Some Swashbuckling Doggerel

[Miss_Misaki]

I be in a piratin' mood today, mateys. This here thread is hereby christened in the name of all that is goodly and lusty about bein' a pirate, or at least a salty old sea dog. Feel free to share tales both stern and improper, but mark well me words: This be seafarin' folk's poetry only!

That bein' said, let's set sail!

The Tale of Maggie the Hussie

Sit back, me hearties, and listen well,
For to ye dogs I've a tale t' tell;
'Tis 'bout a maiden,
With bosoms laden,
From stem to stern her bust did swell.

I met the fair lass in port y'see;
A finer wench could never there be.
She'd swash me buckle,
Me mast she'd suckle,
And 'twixt her bosoms I'd put to sea.

A fortnight I lubbed that lass' land,
And know this, me boys: her ass was grand!
Her eyes ne'er mopin',
Her port always open,
Shrewd was she while me dinghy she manned!

Her eyes were as stars; her lips rosy red;
Spray from me dinghy crowned her sweet head.
She loved me so dear,
I hadn't a fear;
I captained that hussie's sailin' bed!

Now lads, if ever you're feelin' low,
And your below deck begins to grow,
Just find your own lass,
I captain HER ass.
Maggie only wants MY ship t' blow!

 

[Tzara]

I be in a piratin' mood today, mateys. This here thread is hereby christened in the name of all that is goodly and lusty about bein' a pirate, or at least a salty old sea dog. Feel free to share tales both stern and improper, but mark well me words: This be seafarin' folk's poetry only!

That bein' said, let's set sail!

The Tale of Maggie the Hussie

Sit back, me hearties, and listen well,
For to ye dogs I've a tale t' tell;
'Tis 'bout a maiden,
With bosoms laden,
From stem to stern her bust did swell.

I met the fair lass in port y'see;
A finer wench could never there be.
She'd swash me buckle,
Me mast she'd suckle,
And 'twixt her bosoms I'd put to sea.

A fortnight I lubbed that lass' land,
And know this, me boys: her ass was grand!
Her eyes ne'er mopin',
Her port always open,
Shrewd was she while me dinghy she manned!

Her eyes were as stars; her lips rosy red;
Spray from me dinghy crowned her sweet head.
She loved me so dear,
I hadn't a fear;
I captained that hussie's sailin' bed!

Now lads, if ever you're feelin' low,
And your below deck begins to grow,
Just find your own lass,
I captain HER ass.
Maggie only wants MY ship t' blow!

Arrr! You, divine Miss M, that were delightful.
Me own sailin' skills are frightful.
So I'll not be joining you.

That is, unless, of course, you did welcome me.
Sailing sounds OK. I'd to sea
But you're what I'd want to screw.



Welcome to the PF&D. Clever poem. I liked it.

 

[Anschul]

I be in a piratin' mood today, mateys. This here thread is hereby christened in the name of all that is goodly and lusty about bein' a pirate, or at least a salty old sea dog. Feel free to share tales both stern and improper, but mark well me words: This be seafarin' folk's poetry only!

That bein' said, let's set sail!

The Tale of Maggie the Hussie

Sit back, me hearties, and listen well,
For to ye dogs I've a tale t' tell;
'Tis 'bout a maiden,
With bosoms laden,
From stem to stern her bust did swell.

I met the fair lass in port y'see;
A finer wench could never there be.
She'd swash me buckle,
Me mast she'd suckle,
And 'twixt her bosoms I'd put to sea.

A fortnight I lubbed that lass' land,
And know this, me boys: her ass was grand!
Her eyes ne'er mopin',
Her port always open,
Shrewd was she while me dinghy she manned!

Her eyes were as stars; her lips rosy red;
Spray from me dinghy crowned her sweet head.
She loved me so dear,
I hadn't a fear;
I captained that hussie's sailin' bed!

Now lads, if ever you're feelin' low,
And your below deck begins to grow,
Just find your own lass,
I captain HER ass.
Maggie only wants MY ship t' blow!

Such a wonderful tale, this it is,
Of a maiden that fancies the jizz.
Shouts a mate, "Thar she blows."
As Captain's in the throes.
While the ship lufts about, he gets his.

Very nice, Ms. M. Welcome to the maelstrom.

 

[darkmaas]

Perhaps
I’ll braid some beads into my beard
like Johnny Depp
gold plate my smile

After buckling a few swashes
we could swing that hammock
amok

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