Blackbeards Black & Gold Poem by chris bowen

Blackbeards Black & Gold



bein' a pirate is ill will and irate.tis not always guns a firin.my gold is buried, my women are harried and fernandina crabs i carry.if you want a lunch it'll be a munch, least of all it'll be a bunch.so wont you join in with 10 soiled men and be the pirate who toils for sin.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: women
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chris bowen

chris bowen

fernandina beach, fl
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