My Boat of Many Colors
A little pirate poetry (with profuse apologies to Dolly Parton).
AVAST! Back through the winsome years
I go wanderin’ once again
To when I was the youngest of buccaneers
I wanted to set sail for freedom, fortune and friends
I wanted to be a swashbuckler, savvy?
But ARGHH! I didn’t have the booty or any dividends
Times were as hard as my week old dinner biscuit
I felt scurvy in my soul and landlocked as can be
It was enough to make this young pirate pessimistic
But a kind old Captain saw my desperate situation
He adjusted his eyepatch and recognized my need
The old pirate set about to help me find my station
He hobbled down to the scary old ship graveyard
And started collecting boat pieces and scraps
So many different colored scraps, used and scarred
The cap’n put the pieces together
Buildin’ every piece with untamed pride
It was sturdy to withstand weather
Not pretty, but ‘twas seaworthy
The boat the Captain made for me.
My boat of many colors
That the captain made for me
I didn’t have a big treasure
But, alas the sea was wild and free
So I sailed it so very proudly
Although it was a small ship
I was piratical as I could be
In my boat of many colors
The Captain made for me
So with patches on my crows nest
And holes in both my sails
In my boat of many colors
I hurried off to sea
Just to find the other seadogs laughing
And making fun of me
And my boat of many colors
The Captain made for me
And oh I couldn’t understand it
For I felt I had reached a high rank
And I told them of the adventure
The Captain put into every plank
But they didn’t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only land locked
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no booty
But I was piratical as I could be
In my boat of many colors
The Captain made for me
Made just for me
carbonated joy 