For a wench…

For a wench…

© mm7 nathan jones

Reminisced with the best
when I dropped my anchor
in your lagoon
and laid my eyes
on your treasure chest

Set me course sailing west
and treasure booty stole
but could never forget
playing in your rigging
and firing me cannonballs
at your port hole

Three sails to the wind!
Weigh anchor and away wi' thee
Away, away from the maid in Kent
Who's kisses are sent
from the Fiddler's green

Petticoats! She says to me
When I come to her, sailing
across the sea
and those legs!
Rumoured to have crushed
twenty scurvy dogs heads…

A clap of thunder
and I go under
Gangway! Clear for me
Yes, me hearties
I take her fore and aft
and port and starboard
as she sits aloft me mast

Me yardarm goes as hard as me peg leg
when those petticoats I do see
she'll spend all me treasure
in the finest of pleasure
and that's why it is
a pirate's life for me!