The Ghost of Captain Hugh McGeeA Poem by WolfwindA apparition poem is what you'll see A story and a tale A sailor hearty and hale Who sailed his ship across the sea Twas he Who told me Of the Ghost of Captain Hugh McGee Over the bar In a half filled jar The man did speak and slur That Captain Hugh McGee was dodgy ole' cur Across oceans far and wide he sailed His trade was women For he'd failed with fur Now the more ya know The drunkard mate told me Of the Crazy Captain Hugh McGee The more I wondered The more I pondered Was the Captain, really a King With a harem far out at sea? Another Ale round The mans fists did pound Upon the bar as his words went far That Ugly Captain Hugh McGee If'n you'd ever seen'm You'd proly wish to run Or flee...Or PEE! Well that was enough for me to hear Yet a question I had Did so begin to nag Did this Captain Hugh McGee die? At land... Or out at sea? The drunken sailor grinned of salt His breath now a stench, an assault Nay my mate. How did he die In the air! While trying to fly a fish A whale snatched him up His death was quick, a squish! Now in the morn I awoke to a blow'n fog horn The sailor was no where to be found Save for inside a little bar In a this little town Where a ship had run a'ground The Ghost's of Hugh McGee
© 2012 WolfwindFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
168 Views
3 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on September 23, 2012Last Updated on September 23, 2012 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
|