That Form Of Torture Poem by Margaret Alice

I have just finished reading a book about Pirates
with cell phones – you may well imagine how
difficult cell phones make a pirate’s life – but
they are Executive Pirates – just as the Pirate
was threatening his victim, his cell phone rang

he answered disclaiming – who is calling me
at this important point of my life? – Luckily, the
pirates were easily swayed into good behaviour
by the soppy love talk of their victim and his lady
love; the pirate begged the detective to put him

in jail for twenty years – he would never knit a
ladder again; never embroider a pirate flag in
prison embroidery class; he promised him – only
he can’t stand syrupy love talk at all; any prison
sentence is better than that form of torture, he