A tale told softly near a keg of rum
Terrifying to others, but exciting to some
Before they pass, a pirates last bliss
To be lavished by a mermaid's kiss
They say their tails are soft, like a baby's bum
Yet others cry they're ragged, like scraped hull scum
Only speculation as all those who know for sure
Are in place where they can receive no cure
Their voices are ropes that wind round sailer's throats
Seduced with their beauty they fall of their boats
The mermaids eat the meat and the skin off their bones
Their souls now rest with Davy Jones
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The Wanderings of an Errant Mind: A Poetry Book
PoetryI've always loved poetry; rhyming verse would come as easily to my mind as rap lyrics would come to others. However, I've never before shared my works with the world. In this book I invite you to be immersed in alternative fantasies and enjoy the wa...
