I wanta’ be a pirate.
I want to be a pirate sail the seven seas…
Carry a sharp cutlassfight whom I please…
Sail off searchingfor gold, plunder, pillage and more…
Navigate to far off places,have friends on distant shore…
I’ve a talking parrotsits on my shoulder, tells of far off lands…
Pieces of eight, golddoubloons buried in the sands…
I’ll make them walkthe plank, when I’m captain don’t you see…
When I become a piratenone will be more feared then me…
For now my beds my vessel,my sword is wooden made…
The sail that hangs inthe breeze, is my window shade…
Spy glass made ofcardboard, yet faraway lands I still behold…
I want to be a pirate,but mom said “not today, your only ten years old.”
Ronald J. Curell
August 2016
