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poole pirates daythe pirate ship was anchored in the bay all the lonesome sea sick sailors were many miles away the harbor lights were fading the moon came into view all the mermaids were all singing it was a typical crazy night in Poole the pubs were all shut n boarded there was no ale in the vaults the fishes were all swimming deep out at sea there were still stories in the docklands written down in history the pirate crew were merry just awoke from their sleep there were flags of skull n crossbones the police all took a peep the coastguards were alerted they'd stowed the ale away hidden it in secret caves down at lulworth bay the writer told his stories Robert Louis Stevenson was his name he wrote of treasure island he lived at westbournes main they say that Enid blyton lived in swanage town she based her tales on noddy corfe castle and Poole town the land was owned by Talbot given by the crown Gulliver the pirate sailed for botany bay he contrabanded tea so many miles away they still fly the jolly roger at Poole speedway today you can still see the lord nelson singing if you look across from Poole bay for the waves still rise at stud-land where all the nudists have their day its all just local history passed on down in Poole today Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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