Old Woodbeard Poem by Clive Culverhouse

argh
the wooden pirate
with a real leg
‘pon his left shoulder
not a parrot but a peg

argh
his ship inverted
sailed ‘neath the wave
and in his treasure chest
was a craggy cave

argh
he roared with rum
empty barrels were full
his flag was white
black bones and skull

argh
the flag though ripped
caught on his hook
but not for a hand
‘twas ‘stead of a foot

argh
he roamed the undersea
looking for loot
but oh all the bubbles
from a whale in a boot

argh
the old salt
was seawardly feared
for everyone knew
and heard of Woodbeard

argh
the submariner pirate
of raid and of plunder
sprang up on those
and pulled them all under