MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Pirates of the Internal Seas’

Pirates of the Internal Seas

One eyed Captain steers the ship
On the open ocean
Lot of water passed him by
Since he started sailing

Crooked teeth in a wrinkled face
Smell of whiskey and tobacco
Emanates from his robe
His trimmed parrot flew to freedom

His one eye looks at the sea
Humpbacks make tall waves
Rocking the ship right and left
Making the lunch hard to swallow

The crew resting after the meal
Having finished all their jobs
Cards are on the wooden table
Game of life and death

The captain glimpses a submarine
Aiming in their direction
He beams with excitement
Something to conquer and hunt

Submerged in the ocean
The submarine feels no pressure
She can go down any moment
Into the depths of the waters

Who has the smarts to lead
Who is the Captain of their ship
And can he outrun the submarine?

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