A bit late, but thank you cathidaw. I have always enjoyed letting my imagination run off with rhymes and stories.

I love your poems shizara.I kept most of them fro about 2006.

Chillitt!! So good to see you again!

Hi Chillitt; great to see you back!! The producers of Pirates of the Caribbean should definitely given up after the 1st film.

I was right about Pirates of the caribean III.. we should sue..

Just reliving this tale. it's hard to believe it was created nearly 6 years ago

Glad you enjoyed our Tale of Intrigue. Writing it was fun and I am sure I can speak for chillitt too when I say that.

Well done you two!!

Ahoy, today, 19 September 2008 is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

It seems as good a reason as any t' brin' forward "Wea'e a Tale o' Intrigue" a tale o' pirates sailin' the high seas and the dangers o' too much rum.... Gar, Where can I find a bottle o'rum?

The crew didn't see it coming; overcome by rum they were
The pirate from the nest now overboard; the rest was all a blur
Spinning inside the funnel; the crew and the Ampersand
Doomed they are; forever; never again to see dry land.

Several centuries later, a ship comes passing through;
A Captain scans the horizon; a report came in from the crew
"By Jove! It's Cap'N Blue and his bloodthirsty pirate band!"
Sailing on the high seas, a ghostly ship; The Flying Ampersand!

This bloodthirsty band of pirates now sail the ocean blue
Celebrating their turn of fortune; with rum the favourite brew.
They sprawl about the decks relating tales of past events
And fail to notice the change in the weather; the danger it represents.

From high above the decks; in a nest perched way up high
A shout rings out from the lookout; "Aye, thar is a storm out yonder, aye!!!"
The captain wakes from his slumber and slurs a command to the crew
"Arrr, gerrrrrrup you lot, batten the 'atches - hic - thar'ssss nothin Me can do."

This drunken band of pirates; attempt to scramble to their feet
Deary me, what a sorry sight; their energy becomes deplete.
The pirate up in the crow's nest, as worried as he surely is
Sees a chance, an opportunity, where the treasure might be his.

Sliding down the mast; nearly blown to sea by the wind
Waves crash over the decks; his hands and knees are skinned.
Then a mighty crash, the boom now falls; he rolls across a body well dead
He looks to the sky, sees a funnel coming forth and it fills him now with dread.

blues' crew of scurvy dogs were smouldering but keen,
to take revenge for this eggy green smoke screen
they slashed at smoke at stabbed at it while sputtering and choking
but your men picked them off one by one - its bad for you, is smoking!

you see the time has come, to strike them at their heart
two brave young deckhands surround blue, and then fart
he falls to the ground his senses are shot, a white cloth he holds in his hand
he's surrendered, the dog, you call up your men 'forward the Ampersand!'

now the badguys are buried, right up to their necks
the treasure stacked up on your decks
all that remains is to deal with your nemesis, and then sail away
and to spend your life telling tall tales of this day

but where has he gone? the captains got free!
and he's swimming out to the boat!
he's welcomed aboard against all the odds by your mutinous band
the treasure,andthe crew of turncoats, sail off on the Ampersand!

A bedraggled, ragged rascal was behind a rugged rock
He had heard the sound of ticking from from the great, long tailed croc.
His heart it beat like many feet in frenzied fast retreat
As the thought had dawned upon him, the croc had thought of him as meat!

The bedraggled, ragged rascal was old Cap'N Blue's first mate
He had fallen short from grace he did, he stole from old Blue's plate.
But Cap'N Blue had other things, upon his shady mind
To watch his back and watch his jewels, the party's close behind!

Now the crew from the Ampersand had spread out near and far
They had brought on shore some ammunition; pickles in a jar.
They had plotted and had schemed, with skills they didn't know they had
Eating pickles they marched cussing; the wind was very bad.

Having reached their destination, they aimed their rears towards their prey
"Arrr, your number's up you scummy dogs your time has come today"
And on the count of three the crew then let their wind go free.
Ignited by a torch of fire, a branch from a nearby tree.

A sound went forth across the beach, a mighty cannon blast
But do you think the pirates now had finally breathed their last?
From the smoke that billowed from their cave; came Cap'N Blue and co
Cursing loud and muttering as towards the croc they go.

the trussed up pirate struggled, against those earthly bonds
as the sound of little feet and great long tail rippled cross the ponds
he knew his fate was closing in and he was out of luck
where his ears deceiving him? could he hear a faint Tick-Tock?


as the pirate allstars arr-harr'd across the tidal sands
the moonlight breifly lit up an Oceanic tailplane and a burnt out turbofan
'lummy' said a brigand, 'oi've never seen the loike!'
then a humungous bright blue polar bear went past, juggling, on a bike.

now the party's closing in on blue boys secret hide away
and the dappled blue of nighttime gives way to mornings grey
you survey the situation, and realise with dread
that when this days work is done, you'll most likely be quite dead

Henry Morgan, William Kidd, Bartholomew Roberts to name a few
Samuel Bellamy, Will Turner and Thomas Jones all make a wicked crew.
They come highly recommended, for their bloodthirsty fighting skills
But I'll have to watch the scurvy lot; I see a battle of wills.

The crew put down the anchor and lower the boat, to row ashore
One trips up another and slams his nose up to the fore
"Arrr, watch out what you're doin'. I'll have your hide, oh yes, me will"
They snarl and scowl and somehow manage, to avoid a nasty spill.

Arriving on the beach, they set out to find, our Cap'N Blue
Encountering a straying pirate, they didn't stop for a "how d'ya do".
In the stream that is nearby, a hungry crocodile is to be found
They tied the pirate up; left him on the rugged, stoney ground.

as an aside, you lot do realise this is a test airing of the script for pirates of the caribean III... or is it lost series 4.. i forget..