A Pirate and a Poetess
engaged in a heated duel;
the unread pirate using wit,
maddening charm his metric tool.
A Pirate and a Poetess
in passion throes of deep embrace
exchanging more than subjective
massifs, throbs restive in his place.
Her body's work in high demand,
she is a fearsome rhyming witch,
could a crass seaman understand
voluminous verse without a stitch.
Referencing her many notes;
as the stiff tall mast gives alarm
his full hung sails bare Pirate boasts
and adds nine inches to his charm.
Her line flows, sweet liquidity,
his pounding beats rigidity,
her shocking mass frigidity,
his utter rand ambiguity.
A Pirate and a Poetess;
a duet to enlarge the arts,
poetic in and outs his quest
as she innately chafes his part.
I am speechless! May your hull be full of gold, all your conquests never cold!
Captain Cur, Only you can master these type of verses. I am an awe of this piece of poetry. Appreciate the opportunity to read some of your works.
You got the rhyme, meter and beat firmly anchored on this one- altogether great job. Quite a parallel, a pirate and a poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
o.o Wow....this be interesting my hardy....bwahahaha...(ha always wanted to say that) .... ok I am speechless on this one Cap....very robust...lovely poem...smiles.