Political Irony

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1. Marcus Bales wrote:

   Pirate
   for Talk Like A Pirate Day, September 19, 2012

   I met a pirate when I was five
   Hardly any were still alive
   To tell of pillage, looting, rape,
   And other forms of male escape
   From civilizing laws and rules –
   And, I hoped, from sports and schools.

   Peg-legged, hooked, and patched, he stood,
   Magnificently maimed, as good
   As any picture I had seen
   In movie, book, or magazine –
   But since he also looked so old
   He didn’t really look too bold

   I asked, since I could not keep still,
   The questions grownups never will:
   “How’d you lose your leg and all?”
   He glared at me, “A cannon ball!”
   We gasped – and clamored for the story
   Of pirating for loot and glory!

   “Your hand! What happened to your hand?”
   I knew he’d tell us something grand –
   He did! “A scurvy matey swung
   A sword – I stabbed him through the tongue
   My dagger up into his brain,
   And pitched him in the Spanish Main!”

   “Your eye! Your eye!” we chorused, then,
   Imagining the fighting men
   And fighting ships, the belching guns,
   And wishing we had been the ones
   Beneath that blue Caribbean sky
   Even if fighting cost an eye.

   “My eye?” he asked, his frown immense,
   I’ve never been so excited since,
   I knew this part would be the best –
   There’d probably be a treasure chest.
   He growled, as in my face he shook
   His handless steel: “First day with me ‘ook!”

   Wednesday, September 19, 2012 at 5:21 pm | Permalink
2. Iron Knee wrote:

   ARRRRR ahr ahr!

   Wednesday, September 19, 2012 at 10:09 pm | Permalink