.2. Land A-Hoy Poem by David Threadgold

.2. Land A-Hoy



Up in the cold dismal crows-nest
A man in striped shirt called out land
To a rough looking bunch of old pirates
And captain with pistol in hand

The crew had been plotting a mutiny
They hadn’t had food for a week
But now all their troubles were over
And the captains own life looked less bleak


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

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