Poetry Adventures (The Pirate) # 3 Poem by Bryan Norton

I had a great day when I heard the good news
That someone discovered my gold on a cruise
The new pirate captain invited me back
To pick up my booty and stay with the pack

To all the dear pirates who thought I was dead
I gave them a hug and a slap on the head
For walking a plank and a plop in the sea
I'm grateful to know they would drop in for me

The captain was grinning and warming his chair
He said I was winning by joining him there
I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek
He gave me a bug that persisted a week

He told me the plan for the rest of the day
My job was the same and the plunder my pay
He told me the pirates were glad I was back
To pick up their chores and the bulk of their slack

The lady who dumped me was dead like her dad
For doing my duty she took what I had
Her passion was robbing the men of their hoard
By making them jump off the end of a board

I thanked my dear captain for finding my chest
But then I said no for the sake of my quest
I told him a vision of me that is true
For robbing and killing is not what I do

I spoke of the lady who captured my heart
To be with her daily is my favorite part
The gift of her love is the joy in my life
For which I am hoping to make her my wife

We met by the tulips that blossom and sing
The beauty of lips in the dawn of the Spring
I gave her my heart for the love that I crave
By doing my part in the way I behave

Unlike other pirates who pay by the sip
I saved all my gold for the sake of a ship
I could not foresee where my hunger might lead
But love is the fruit when the heart is the seed

I used my new seashell to summon the whale
Who rescued my life with a flip of her tail
I knew she would come in the course of her day
To meet my new lady and join us in play

We paddled a boat to be close to her reach
I knew she would die if she swam on the beach
We laughed and we played on her back for a bit
But when there were sharks then we knew that was it

I said my goodbye to the lass by the sea
I longed for the day when her class would be me
My waiting was longer than lovebirds can sing
The chance for a ship was my new pressing thing...