But… He's a pirate, Kaitlin! And he's too old for you,
He drinks, and personal hygiene? He doesn't have a clue.
His clothes are soaked with sweat, and is that rum that I smell?
His hair is over greasy and his skin is gross as well.
He has 4 golden teeth; a few are tanned and brown,
He wears a hat and scarf with beads upon his dirty crown.
But if you want, go sail away in your pirate ship… the Black Pearl,
For I don't care he's not so fair he makes me want to hurl.
A pirate hat is all I own and all I'll ever need,
I seek to find a treasure chest; I'm filled with hateful greed.
To bury on my island with my trusty sword,
Soaked with sweat from a hard days work: hiding my secret hord.
I'll build a ship as sleek and fair as ever you will see,
You'll take one look and fear to lose, so give it up to me.
Yo Ho Ho and all that jazz, upon the deep blue seas,
Don't touch my hat and you will see this is the life for me.
Dead men may tell no tales, but what about the living?
For he who's ship he sails, he'll never be forgiving.
Written By: Kaitlin Lawler