There was a place
Where there was no grace
It was a little island
That had much sand
On which to stand
Walking, one would need a hand
Yes, the place was called go slow
One's feet were always sinking below
Eyes watering when the wind blows
As sand would formed a cloud
Made it hard to find the road
It was poor, few plants could grow
No worrying about grass to mow
Who was living there?
A very good question
Just a few Buccaneers
During the days of their era
They used to stored things there
The island was small and pretty bare
The leader was called: Slade
There were four others
Namely: Stone Face
Rob Take
Long Blade
and Merciful
Merciful, being a man of mercy
He alone saved during a storm
That swept over the island
One ugly night of no peace
Until the storm had ceased
But, was there such a place?
Where there was no grace?
Who wants to go to that place?
Let us just wait and see
You painted a very real picture of this daunting island and I truly hope if I am ever shipwrecked I do not land on its sands! ! ! Yet... you added buccaneers with such naughty pirate names and now I wonder if there is a treasure hidden there under the sands..... enjoyed the playful imagination on show here! ! !
Enjoyed this highly rhyming poem....... A very interesting read.....! I wonder if there is such a place....! However you have made it a real entity by the power of your imagination and your ability for versification!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this must be made into a movie. Johnny Depp? Wallace Beery? something different from Clarence, but i suspect it is tied to religion. oh well, i don't mind. as long as the island has McDonalds AND Burger King AND Wendy's. i like to vary my diet. to Section B of November's showcase. thanks. bri :)