 THE GOOD SHIP
the captain of consequence wrote it in his map it was written in confusion he wrote it in a lapse
his memory was imminent and his intellect was fine but he stumbled in confusion when he went to feed the swine
the glory be bell ringers were praising king and queen their stories were a rhapsody they sang each halloween
the dodgy serenaders were tuning up their lines when the captain of the ship of life said all you men get back in line
they stumbled and they quarreled they drew the numbers too their fates were written in the breeze of life as they sailed out of poole
the bells were ringing loudly aS they sailed into the bay the swans were in the pool the sheep were in the hay
the four and twenty sailors were all aboard the deck drinking rum today there were boats out in the oceans miles and miles away
the captain sighted land and the seamen gave a cheer the boy was in the crows nest drinking down his beer
said he loved the taste
but he drank it at his leisure at his own galloping pace
the sultry maids were naked in the captains cabins den they were waiting for their true loves he wrote it down discretely with his fabled pen
the words were consecrated the lines were scripted blue for he said he conquered love that night on his journey out of poole
though the land was just a mirage the map was just a whim for he had lost his mind n marbles from drinking too much rum and gin.
seagull stories
in shadows of packages were men do delight with maidens of virtue so great in their sight
oh promise of heaven and sweet melodies were offered in bread crumbs at the edge of the sea
the coves and the sea spray were begged from its throne with anklets and ringlets to carry them home
with wings of salvation and breasts to prepare so humble were virtues that she offered him there
the sandstorms and breezes that blew on the shores reminds him of homelands and nights on the moors the poetry was in sonnets and their hearts were in tune as they snuggled together naked under the moon
the Church bells were ringing in darkness of night with cries of the moorlands and owls clad in white the moon cast a shadow and the breeze blew a stir there were crumpets for breakfast and a long tip amour
the seagulls that swooped there were innocent spray with horrors of evening to wash you away
the hills told their story at the first break of day when the sailors came in from their trips far away
| PIRATES POETRY BY
POOLE PIRATES the pirate ship was anchored in the bay all the lonesome sea sick sailors were many miles away
the harbor lights were fading the moon came into view all the mermaids were all singing it was a typical crazy night in Poole
the pubs were all shut n boarded there was no ale in the vaults the fishes were all swimming deep out at sea there were still stories in the docklands written down in history
the pirate crew were merry just awoke from their sleep there were flags of skull n crossbones the police all took a peep
the coastguards were alerted they'd stowed the ale away hidden it in secret caves down at lulworth bay
the writer told his stories Robert Louis Stevenson was his name he wrote of treasure island he lived at westbournes main
they say that Enid blyton lived in swanage town she based her tales on noddy corfe castle and Poole town the land was owned by Talbot bought it for half a crown
Gulliver the pirate sailed for botany bay he contrabanded tea so many miles away they still fly the jolly roger at Poole speedway today
you can still see the lord nelson singing if you look across from Poole bay for the waves still rise at stud-land where all the nudists have their day
its all just local history passed on down in Poole today. pirates for a night
the wheels set in motion and the tide set to turn the anchor was weighed with the sailors forlorn
the night on the harbor was set for to see for the sailors and lost souls stranded at sea the ship rang its bell and the waves soared a spray it was a wicked cruel night on the far land today
the new found-land cruise was bidden to rest with their mermaids and wenches all put to the test the stars shone their lights all across the new bay with its houses of despute and their loves far away
the captain swore oath and the crew sang a dirge all on the night that the sailors were purged
the fresh gals wore ringlets to glisten their hair with their long flowing dresses and their breasts showing bare
the buxom free wenches offered their wares as the moon showed its blessings said sailors beware
the skirmish was over afire it begun there were fighting and kissing and rolls on a drum
the cat he drank whiskey and the mouse he was chased as the poet's of mercy got lost in this place
the bells struck a chord on the naval mans chain as the angels of mercy danced down the quay lane
the sailor rose early from his wee bed with his lover astride him so Rosy n red.
THE GALLEONS RESPECT fashioned by circumstance forsaken by love in idle reflections painted above
the sea told her story her anchor a chain her stern was her rhapsody her freight was her pain
the harbour before her the sailors on deck the light from the lighthouse the rocks showed respect her cruise a shipwreck
the seagulls that drifted the waves struck the shore the seaweed that clung to the lines of the floor
the decks were of timber the guns thay all roared the naval true mariner took up his old sword
the hands on the deck all prayed for a peace whilst the sailors thay cried the widows they weeped
the stars and the moon charted its course as the galleon sailed like a free prairie horse
all the sands of the shore were humbled in prayer as the mermaids danced their energies bared
the galleon was set the sea took its rest as the winds of the night showed true respect.
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JOLLY ROGERS i There were jolly rogers at Poole quay many years ago when hearties sang those pirate dirges and had lots of rum on stow
there were cannons in the galleries and contraband to store there were flags a top the galleons then and wenches on the shores
those rogers boys they did sail ships they decked the ships of surfing blue they traveled o'er the rolling waves from Bristol up to Poole
the smugglers haunts were rich in tea and many kinds of shag upon the shores of lulworth cove where country folk would brag
the king of pirates sailed the seas and prospered on his gain whilst woodes the captain sailed these lands to there and back again
from Poole side docks where merchant men sold rope and fish Newfoundland was rich in gain when rogers sailed the seven seas from docks and back again
the jolly roger blew that day and the wind was all in gain whilst sailor men and ladies fair sailed the Spanish main
all pirates bold and stories told from Poole and back again the rogers clan was set to gain a place in history
from woodes great crews and sailors blue who sailed the ships of poole fame in history's great books from Poole to Timbuktu.
| THE SHIP OF LIFE
the ship of life was sailing headed for the coast the captain in his cabin eating bread and toast
the crew were thirty wayward men pirates true and bold the coastguards were a searching for five thousand bars of gold
the sun was shining brightly the flag was flying high there were waves upon the deck my lads and seagulls in the sky
the wenches were all buxom babes the hammocks were on-line they played their loving games with thirty barrels of wine
the minstrel played a ditty the cabin boy gave dance the were headed for Jamaica left their families in France
there were cards upon the table drunks upon the floor and the lookout in the nest above said land upon the shore
the flag was skull and crossbones his patch was on one eye he had a hook on one arm and he was getting high
he called the crew upon the deck gave his orders loud they followed his commandments and trusted in his worth
they landed on the golden sands where the natives all ran free with little thought of bread and jam or even modesty
their pleasures were delightful with olives by the score four and twenty native gals just there for one and all
the breeze was blowing softly the parrots song was rude he awoke the captain from his sleep just after a lovely snooze
the trees were green and luscious the springs were fresh and clean he took her to the garden first night twas Halloween
they stayed upon that island friends until they had a pack of twenty dozen children said there never coming back. | MARINERS WAR
through frantic storms and weathered seas the mariner returns to thee his ships all sailed his voyage free his harbor home a vessel born his anchor sunk and his battles o'er
through sands of time and hopes anew his voyages astound his faithful crew his noble quest a sanctioned theme a new crusade amongst his dreams
the masts are set and the decks are cleaned the vessel set for foreign scenes a battle cry through mists of storms gunpowder cannons raised and sworn
though cutlass clashed amidst mariners debts the loyal vagrants were all set the ship that sailed to greet the day
the night was hell when war was made the cannons roared and sailors died afore the mornings changing tide
the sands of Poole gave out their sighs the storms that blew into ones eyes the rage of battle deemed the die in service of the queen and you or i
the night it held its prayers at sea whilst dreamers dreamed their revelries.
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