PIRATES

The sea’s as quiet as death,

The sailors are scared of foul breathe,

Personal hygiene takes a back seat,

When the pirate lords take to meat.

Abuses and laughter float around,

Shortage of rum triggers a shout,

Brave-hearted though they are,

Their mind is as black as tar.

But some of them are noble,

Fierce, but their cores are humble,

Freedom is all they seek,

And get rind of bondage reek.

Plans and strategies go unheeded,

Escape-routes and ‘parley’ is invoked as needed,

Treasures, gold and women be an-

ample reason for quest, for the Pirates of the Caribbean!