Yo-ho, Yo-ho, A Pirate's Meme for Me
Stolen from Asidian (what would I do if I couldn't steal her memes?)
Write a 24-line poem as if you were a pirate searching for buried treasure. Unfortunately, the treasure wasn't exactly what you expected. Somewhere in your poem you must use the line: But inside the chest was (fill in the blank).
My cadence is a little jacked in places, and I didn't quite use the line I was supposed to, but whatever - limericks aren't exactly known for their seriousness.
There once was a pirate named Seaspout
A scandalized Pirate School dropout
His intentions were good, he said “Arrr!” when he should
But he was plagued by one lingering doubt
He wasn’t quite sure he’d be willing
To do all the requisite killing
So while dreaming of treasure was his only real pleasure
His prospects weren’t really that thrilling
But his financial state was quite dire
And he wanted so much to retire
So he swallowed his fears and with a good deal of tears
Set sail to fulfill this desire
It wasn’t too long ‘til he heard
Of a treasure whose size was absurd
But none knew where it was and that was because
The marks on the map were quite blurred
But Seaspout’s one unpatch’ed eye
Very quickly was able to spy
The words “X marks the spot” ‘neath an ugly ink blot
And he knew that the treasure was nigh
The location was soon at close range
But the site was dug up - that was strange
And inside the chest were ten coins at best
And a note reading “Getting sex change”
Write a 24-line poem as if you were a pirate searching for buried treasure. Unfortunately, the treasure wasn't exactly what you expected. Somewhere in your poem you must use the line: But inside the chest was (fill in the blank).
My cadence is a little jacked in places, and I didn't quite use the line I was supposed to, but whatever - limericks aren't exactly known for their seriousness.
There once was a pirate named Seaspout
A scandalized Pirate School dropout
His intentions were good, he said “Arrr!” when he should
But he was plagued by one lingering doubt
He wasn’t quite sure he’d be willing
To do all the requisite killing
So while dreaming of treasure was his only real pleasure
His prospects weren’t really that thrilling
But his financial state was quite dire
And he wanted so much to retire
So he swallowed his fears and with a good deal of tears
Set sail to fulfill this desire
It wasn’t too long ‘til he heard
Of a treasure whose size was absurd
But none knew where it was and that was because
The marks on the map were quite blurred
But Seaspout’s one unpatch’ed eye
Very quickly was able to spy
The words “X marks the spot” ‘neath an ugly ink blot
And he knew that the treasure was nigh
The location was soon at close range
But the site was dug up - that was strange
And inside the chest were ten coins at best
And a note reading “Getting sex change”