With the wind
free as a breeze
We are confined
to the open seas
with Gunpowder Gertie
under the deep blue sky's
we wonder the oceans
the depths we defy
we round the cape
we sail dead straight
to lunge against other ships
no one sings all tight lips
we get to grips
then we shoot
board the ship
take the loot
we would follow our Lady
off the end of the plank
we would even dive in
if the ship sank
Gunpowder Gertie
is our captain
she was a little dirty
but not insane
This is one of your best David, I guess you are inspired at the moment? lol I certainly am, very! ! ! ! rofl 10 lashings of Tai coming up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it! Good job Dave Patricia