Talk Like a Pirate Day (poem)

Shiver me timbers, how could it be?

Missed me day, ’twas out at sea…

Worry ye not fer I came just to blather,

Come over closer or not if ye’d rather…

Nary came back, twas a treacherous gale,

Broke down me mast and ripped through me sail…

Me crew and me thought we’d bested the harm,

When up from the depths came a beast with eight arms…

Grabbed hold o’me deck, took a sailor or two,

Then slipped back away, back into the blue…

Tis not just a yarn, I be tellin it true,

Ye be careful out there, or might be it gets you!

I hope no-one else missed that yesterday was Talk Like A Pirate Day! Anyway, I hope you liked this poem. I still can’t believe the day slipped by me. I had fun with it last year and again just now. Maybe I have an infatuation with yon pirate talk. (Looking forward to next year!)

Thanks to dimitrisvetsikas1969 for the ship image.

©2018 – James Sponseller –

Published by Jim Sponseller

Family man, father, programmer, and artist. I work with digital art, photographs, author poems and fiction, and also work in artistic metal smithing. You can find poems, photos, and digital art samplings at Thank you for your support! If you like my offerings and would like to donate, please buy me a coffee:

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