There lies on the ocean's bed
Long lost treasures yet to be found
When pirates sailed those stormy seas
Their last remains are scattered around.
Golden coins from a dead man's chest
Fought for with their deadly swords
History now laid to rest
There upon the oceans floor.
Ho Ho Ho and a bottle of rum
Their eerie whispers shall remain
Those treasures may lay forevermore
Never to see bright sunlight again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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