A little pirate poetry…
AVAST matey, your little boat is really shaken now, everything is all a skelter.
You are caught red faced in an imperfect storm, looking for some shelter.
Don’t lose hope!
Grab hold of the rope.
Dig in, stay the course and hold fast,
Storms hit hard, but they don’t last
The cold winds howl and the crashing thunder has roared.
Something is fishy, your dreams have gone overboard.
You feel yourself thrown around like helpless plankton,
Wondering out loud where is a little bit of sanctum?
Dig in, stay the course and hold fast,
Storms hit hard, but they don’t last.
Holy mackerel!! You feel queasy, your face is turning green.
These have to be the hardest times you have ever seen.
Though the raging surf stings your face and visibility is zero.
Drop anchor and keep your eyes on true North, hold out for a hero.
Dig in, stay the course and hold fast,
Storms hit hard, but they don’t last.
carbonated joy 