The Plank That Junior BleedsA Poem by Robert Filos
Me matyes and eye
we suspect us a spy the ships cannons be shifted and the riggin's all twisted aye if I knew not the better I might shew ye the letter from the one and cursed mocker pulled from Davey Jones locker don't cry little fishies the legend be true barnacles, mussels, it's octopus to you The Queen Anne's Revenge and Black Beard may be rumor But there be only one Davy Jones unless of course it's his Junior so call all the scalawags, peasants and Pirates we be comin' together for a seven seas alliance that bilge raised sea serpent of the devils own seed won't be walkin' no plank we be makin' him bleed © 2016 Robert Filos |
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Added on May 19, 2016 Last Updated on May 19, 2016 AuthorRobert FilosNationwideAboutI write what I call Folkwritings. These can be in many forms but generally are writings by and for folks. Some of the headinds I write under are Folkwritings from the Future, Writings for the Revoluti.. more..Writing
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