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Cap'n Pawpaw
An old swashbuckler, not quite retired;
Sailing alone in life, no longer inspired.
When a young sailor, just five years old
Comes aboard, seeking silver and gold.
We hit the high seas searching treasure;
Taking along my wench for my pleasure.
The seas grow high; the ship does creak;
From Virginia all the way to Mozambique.
For days we sail across the Atlantic Ocean;
My young mate suddenly full of commotion
“Cap'n Pawpaw, Sir… may I please speak?”
Being a kind Cap'n, “Arrr; What do ye seek?”
“Well, Sir… we been at sea nearly two weeks;
Me hands are blistered, sun burnt me cheeks.
I miss me home, Sir… I left me mum alone;
Dreamin' of adventures, t'e seas I now roam.”
I said, “Matey, I understand yer bitter taste;
I miss me home too… but t'e seas we faced.
Tog'ther we be bound by t'e salt an' blood.
Yer Mom be wait'n fer you jus' around t'e horn.”
A beam of joy sparkled in the young mate's eyes;
This voyage has taught him much, not a surprise.
He spoke again to me; this time with a smile;
“Cap'n Pawpaw, I'm with you, Sir; mile after mile.”
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Arrr… to me Matey, Drake Joshua…
He be callin' me a pirate ‘cause of me
tattoos an' earrings since he be t'ree
30Sep12
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