Shipwrecked V.2
A piece of poetry entered on allpoetry.com
went west by sea
commissioned to embargo
privateers booty
on the mission its owner had sent
battles aplenty on way to the shore
cannons firing from starboard and more
and captain of ship did not know what was planned
as wind turned around, pushed ship way off its course
and captain yelled orders until he was hoarse
but instead of pulling ship, to nearest dock
it made it collide with a gigantic rock
and locals there living – did yell – “well by jove”
who paid with the cargo – for their bedding and brews.And as for the ship – in its sorriest state
It lay beached in the sand – whilst for repair it did wait
but time it moved on – and the sea did move in
who it buried in the sand of the cove for its kin.
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