Little Pirates
(A Story Poem in Rhyme)



When I was a boy,
A very young snip,
Dreamt about sailing
On a pirate ship.

It was way back when
I was barely ten,
But I had a yen,
And a crew of men.

OK, not real Men!

They were my brothers,
A couple others.
We all had hopes.
Thought we knew the ropes.

Oh boy, so naive.
But we still believe!

So we grabbed dad's tools
And like crazy fools,
With some old scrap wood,
And rolls of duct tape,
Did the best we could.
Knocked it into shape.
Plastic bottle floats,
With two painted coats,
It looked pretty good.
Built a pirate craft.

Well, I guess a raft.

On the maiden trip
Of our pirate ship,
Pushed it in the drink,
As we watched it sink,
Floundering in the bay,
Heard my mateys say.

As pirates, we Stink!