Rum Message In A Bottle Floating Sent Poem by Terence George Craddock

Dead reckoning off an ancient sextant
taking a fix on a bright likely star point,
this be a current true tide accounting of how
I do send messages to pirate Captain Cur;

Ahyo at de wheel pirate Captain Cur
how be ye old salty sea dog bones?
be de wind brisk in de Malevolent sails
cutting ocean run black stallion waves?

thanks for ye barnacle writ lines matey
poem cut on me fallen drunk John poem,
let me know if ye sharp boon owed wish
me to return penned tribute inked favour?

but me poem would quill sand grit be
written in rum for us both to savour,
since last hearing rumour word from ye
I has been off sailing salt seven seas,

been stranded ship wrecked
a bad broken time or two,
tossed sudden violent about
by turbulant stormy seas,

weathered wind wave violent
vicious exposed saline gales,
survived to swim cast down tell
me cursed wreck salty sad tales,

been dark blood betrayed
by deceitful cut throats,
a few I let yardarm swing
upon me course ropes,

others I sharp sword
point run off de plank,
left drowning behind
in rat judgement seas,

after I bought them bound tied low
to sentence judgement forced knees,
so be de fate of us raw pirates bold,
still so many salt stories to be told,

fair ye well old salt Captain Cur
may a fair wind be at ye steal back,
a wide deep sea sail square ready
to be wind caught roamed before ye,

time for us sailing forth further
adventures to treasure plunder,
regards ye old salt sword mate
Terenzio is off to reap steal fate


Copyright © Terence George Craddock