nice titled promotion of the cause you oppose
nice mixed metaphors poets who birth arose
long after your death in haunting list rows
nice imaginative whisper ghostly write
no need to walk plank moonlight tonight
or blast thee with flame shotin iron blight
for centuries dead sea Captain Cur
was but a seaweed drowned spirit blur
now his legend rising gains new spur
Inspired by the poem ‘Beauty Pageant Poetry' by Captain Cur.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved it! Why I wrote that poem I will send you in note, right now I am pulling seaweed out of my throat!