Pirate's Parable

the power of the P

"Arrrrggg," purrs the pirate, "I pray ye pardon

young page, with your permanent pallor,

pause here on this paltry pallet and pacify me,

keep pace with me paddle, in this open expanse of sea

while I tell ye a perfectly good parable."

And "Arrrgggg," peeped his parrot.

Pale Peter, the peaceable lad, sat down

and pleasantly the pirate proceeded,

"I sailed to Palestine, to purchase a pearl,

her name was precious Paulina, a priceless princess,

I had perchanced upon, riding her palomino

upon the shores of paradise.

There in the palms did she parade

and me heart did leap up, that is to say,

with a great palpitation it piped,

and I felt as if I were paralyzed from

that great pitter patter.

I tell ye I was particularly parched

in that very moment of passion.

I meant to pamper, ye understand, not to

pander 'er, you know me purpose, arggg?"

Poor Peter, patiently listening, nodded

his appropriate participation.

The pirate continued, "Pero,

apparently she was promised

to the prince of Palestine.

But he was a paltry fellow,

covered head to foot in pale yellow,

with a pea-green cape to match,

a poor parasite for one so perfectly lovely.

Plainly, I had to rescue her, positively!

So, I sailed to the port of entry,

and inside the palisade I leaped,

and hid behind the parapet,

and waited in the prince's palace

until the prince came prancing in,

the prince in full panoply,

he was but a paper tiger, you see,

he was quite pathetic."

Here the boy did pay heed,

for the particular tale gained an inch,

and he was persuaded

to listen til the end.

"The prince loved to parlay,

and prattle on about his precedence,

and so I prepared my plan

to use the prick's pompous nature

against him, and aarrrggg, I did.

I preceded him to the pub,

and prepared a game of poker,

I asked him if would partake

in a perfectly friendly game.

First he paid me with pints,

potatoes, poodles, pears and poppies,

then with precious pounds,

next with a great parcel

of pricey pottery,

and a picture of Poseidon,

to protect me ship and me.

Oh how the wager did gain

until he presently found

he was in a bit of a pickle,

how he started panting and pawing

but he had to keep his pride,

and that is when he wagered

that beautiful soon-to-be bride!

That Pretty Paulina of Mine!"

Reviews

[Kira]

Haha, I loved it. I'm still wondering how you thought of so many P-words for your alliterations without sounding ridiculous (well...maybe it sounds ridiculous. maybe.) But i loved it =D