Oh weavers of words, weave a tale if you please
Of moonlit waters and dark silhouette brigs.
Pirates and rum and saving our skins
This tale of piracy, on the high seas begins!!

Floating in the moonlit bay, the pirate ship is moored,
The pirates; nowhere to be seen; they have indeed thus scored.
You row the boat up to the waters edge, you shiver; anticipate
And wonder if your venture here, might become your very fate.......

The eerie still of this dark night, was broken by the breeze
That whispered it's gruesome secrets, to the ancient coastal trees.
Down on the shadowy foreshore, the waves, they danced and played;
Surrounded by things that time immemorial, certainly has decayed.

But lo; and from a distant cave; a lofty corner thus
A pirate voice is surely heard; given away by the filthy cus.
"Arrr, get your thie'in' hands off o' this; you miserable, cursed scum!"
"This is all mine I'll have you know; this lo'ely bottle o' rum!"