Oh, a scoundrel met a pretty maid
And he fell so hard it hurt
And he set about to being near
Her countenance...and skirt...(wink!)
Well, it turned out that this pretty maid
Was betrothed a while back
And so the scoundrel tarried there
And made to plan-out his attack
The scoundrel was overjoyed to find
The rascal was gone at sea
And the lovely maid he so desired
Was a tad inclined to flee
And one happy day he kissed her
And the world melted away
On an island not far south of here
And they both knew from that day
For a while they loved in secret
‘Till she shirked her foul plan
Of playing the role of officer’s wife
To (let’s face it) the wrong man
And the scoundrel tried to straighten up
And he set himself to workin hard
He’d ask the maid to marry him
‘Fore the sun was over yardarm
The maid was a pirate captain’s daughter
So one sunny day, with trembling heart
He walked along beside the Pirate
Attempting to sound smart
And he told the Pirate his intentions
Conveyed politely what he had planned
And with carefully chosen respectful words
Asked for his daughter’s hand
And the Captain said it was fine with him
If his daughter would consent as well
And if the scoundrel would treat her right
Remaining atop the swell
Well, the Pirate was a handy man
With blunderbuss and musketoon
And jabbing with his cutlass
By the light of the silver moon
He captained well his ship
Through breakers plenty tall
And not till he was seventy two
Did our dear pirate captain fall
On that day the ocean rumbled
And a gale was on the water
And the ship on which we sailed
Tossed and tore the pirate’s daughter
We trembled there in silence
For each crew mate held their breath
While the hungry sea kept roaring
And the breakers talked with death
And monstrous creatures from depths below
Around our ship did gather
Knocking hard at the timbers
Working the sea into a lather
The Kraken on the starboard side
Leviathan to port
And the sails were torn and tattered
And the yardarm was cut short
The main mast it had splintered off
And the ship was tipped and tossed
Disastrous destruction from the deep
Meant the ship was nearly lost
And again and again the waves they crashed
O’er the scoundrel and his wife
And he and the Pirate’s daughter
They held on for dear life
And amidst the many perils
And the never ending storms
The scoundrel and the pirates daughter
Learned to raise their arms
The held their arms high in the air
As down each swell they raced
As each fresh peril they endured
And each disaster, bravely faced
Praying they’d have it figured out
How to navigate these icy squalls
Without the pain and angst
Pinning them against the walls
They’ll say, “Here comes another”
But smile with strength and cheer
And though the night will rattle them
The morn’ll be smooth and clear
And when they cling to each other
And to God who sees it all
They’ll be anchored safe in harbor
Protected from the squall
Though the tempests are never-ending
And they can’t quite see the way
When they cling on tight throughout the night
And hold each other through the fright
And pray to emerge into the light
They’ll embrace the bright warm day
This poem was something I wrote for my wife recently.
Background:
When I met her she was engaged to a guy in the Navy who’d been out to sea for 6 months. She was 19, I was 21, (her fiancé was in his late 20s) …we worked at Chi-Chi’s waiting tables together.
We hung out with a whole group of friends after work and became very close. She asked me to play guitar at her wedding. I declined. And at some point professed my love for her. And she professed hers for me. It was terribly romantic.
We ve been together now for 28 years (23 married)
NOW:
Found out on 8/2 at 3:30 AM that after nearly 22 years of marriage and 3 kids, that she’s been ******* a guy named Enrique… and they’re in-love.
I thought I’d post this anyway.
For ***** and giggles.
(Filed for divorce this morning.) ******* yay