Doppelgänger Gangplank by A. Paige White Too much alone Too much afraid Too much unknown Too much paid To let us go By the way For no show So they say Could I tell you a story Ole storyteller Like bees buzzing flowers With some honey on hive's mind It's a modern tale That has sat sail All sewn up At a rate of knots That black book Bought with blood money Dares to say it holds a name Spar - with these throat barnacles (Alternately feeding and fighting With their feet) Bowsprit [bee block] know your ropes, carried away deep six It's a thieves cat o nine tales Captain of chewing the fat Or combing the cat I've never seen (one) better Dunnage topping a tonnage From that trusty barrage I'm everything on top and nothing handy An eye splice on a short rope Given and giving leeway Haven't got a clew for true whence such hails from ... So... She measures faces with her heart and hands And a camera lens for a few 07/27/2015 Author's Note: #sails #olestoryteller #storytelling #salty #foreignlanguage #poundo'barnacle #throatbarnacle I always have to smile and chuckle And chew the fat When throat barnacles Are in view... ;-} Posted on 07/27/2015 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/30/15 at 10:41 AM Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of throat barnacles. Fun read Paige. Great rhyme scheme also. Posted by John Harder on 11/13/15 at 08:57 AM I like the cut of your jib. This was a fun read! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)