Cut-Throat Jack was a nasty crook,
He never did anything by the book!
He pinched and plundered, bold as brass,
He was shameless and brazen with his cutlass.
He was almost bald; an eye patch; tattoo of a skull,
He'd drink bottles of rum 'til his bell was full!
He had odd strands of black hair, was bawdy and crude,
He was always cursing and was extremely rude!
He was hostile and nasty, and he would howl,
He'd bellow and cry, his manner was foul!
But he was clever, sharp, cunning was Jack
He could have done well but his heart was black!
He wasn't a nice man, cause he was a pirate,
With a million reasons for being irate!
He'd blag his way to get onto a ship,
Then he'd pull out his sword with a whip, whip, whip!
He'd steal everything, even the galley's sink,
Then leave the ship to sink in the plink!
So if you see Jack, with his rum and his gun,
My advice to you is,
'SET SAIL AND RUN! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem