A Bit o’Emily Dickinson
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice’s Mutiny –
Some Attar’s perfidy?
Confide in me.
She wrote it for Th’ Cap’n afore Me Self hied off t’ th’Caribbean second t’last time. What can Me Self be sayin’?
July 30, 2008 at 11:47 pm
Garrrrgh, me Cap’n, ’tis true meself heard her say:
“Roses you pick
And violets you pluck
When will Cap’n Dyke and I have a long, hot
cuppa?”
Methinks she might have a soft spot for ye, me Cap’n.
Regards,
Yer ‘Grain
July 31, 2008 at 8:47 am
Oh, very nice. I especially like the “wrecketh” part.
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July 31, 2008 at 7:18 pm
Me Dear Navigator, methinks Miss Dickinson would faint t’be divulgin’ that information up — Proper an’ All that she be…ummm, was — as she did not have th’Privilege o’havin’ been blessed with Angelique’s Peculiar, if Delicious, Bite.
As fer yer wee bit o’poetry — Well Held, Me Lad.
A tankard o’Pyrat XO for ye,
Th’ Cap’n
July 31, 2008 at 7:20 pm
Me Sawbones, Miss Dickinson was well in her cups when she wrote this. Th’ Cap’n told her that word generation was not her particular forte at th’time…