Poetry

I could almost forget you

I could almost forget you
I could almost forget your cute little laugh
even though I've heard it so many times
I could almost forget your angelic smile
forcing me to return it even when I dont want to
I could almost forget your eyes looking through me
just as mine stare through you
I could almost forget your scent
calling to me whenever you walk in the room
I could almost forget your face
dancing round my mind
I could almost forget your voice
and many times I think I've forgotten you complete
But then you walk back into my life
and consume my soul a new


The Buccaneer

Avast, they cry my crew of men,
a scoundreless lot in a bloody den.
Loyal as the scorpion, they'd slit their mothers throat,
But I'd have none of that whilst my ship was afloat.
Handsomly we made for our ship, "The Roving Gnat,"
As the men moaned and grumbled. I yelled, 'Belay that.'
'Ye will dance with Jack Ketch if ye defy me,'
Damn the dogs that inspire mutiny.
The oggin lay before us, a vast treasure trove,
The sea rovers took to the sails and we departed the cove.
T'was a sweet trade the buccaneer,
No creature alive that we did fear.
Carved with blood our fame rose high,
It's the flag of the fist and cutlass we fly.
Damn yer eyes if ye cross by us,
We'll send ye to Davey Jones without much fuss.
And when they gully me they can ave the rest,
I will die a content man in a dead mans chest.