Ghostly Harbor of Lost Phantom Ships

Prowling the alleys of rhymes,

Captain Hook spins a bloody yarn,

fantasy unfurled like Jolly Roger flag

when open sea and sky met

old salt’s mischievous half smile.

He was not a buffoon when it came

to booty of shiny doubloons.

Pirate seadog told his tale

of a ghostly harbor

of lost phantom ships-

The bilge be suckin’

and me mateys

be dancin’

with Jack Ketch,

at the end

of their ropes.

A tale of too

much grog,

three sheets to the wind,

and blaggards pillagin’.

Me mates be stealin’

a buccaneers’ wench,

be throwin’ her to the hold,

crackin’ Jenny’s teacup

in battened down hatches,

be raisin’ kill devil

to the blustery sky.

Me tars be ravagin’ fair wench

when blimey, me saw

clipper ship be pursuin’

yonder to east.

Shiver Me Timbers!

Heave to, I be yellin’

Weigh anchor

and hoist the mizzen!

Soon me ship

be death vessel,

gathering souls

of me hearties

to walk yon plank.

Avast, me phantom

ship now be restin’

in Davy Jones’ Locker.

Dead men be telling

no tales

but be shark bait

ten fathoms under.