Phantom Pirate Poem by Della Perry

When the pirates roamed the seas
A long, long time ago
Legends were told, long stories
Of the dark, phantom Joe.

He was like an apparition,
Lurking below the deck,
Skulking around the galley
Of the pirate ship.

A mask covered his features
For he was peculiar, so odd.
A long, shabby cloak he wore
With a large, black spirit dog.

The sea-bandits; they would tremble,
If they spied the spook,
As he prowled around the ship
With that evil look.

He would loiter, he would linger,
Leave a rotten smell,
Knock and bang on the deck
From once he had fell.

So, why is the phantom here?
Nobody really knows!
They say to all who will hear
'No-one found his bones! '
Underneath the sea
Is where he roams
In the deep, dark locker
With the Captain, Davy Jones!