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Little Captain Spoon

by @poetic-t

He was only three foot tall, but He wanted to be like his Famous daddy "The pirate" long  bob Plated Silver Toe A renowned pirate or so He told me. So he looked around the house to what he could find, A hook was out of reach As it was dangerous you know, it could take an eye out or if trod on cut your toes, He would have defiantly have shed a Tear Or Three, So he found a spoon, not Gold or Silver Not plated precious, It was copper it would have to do. So he put his hand up his sleeve, Holding the spoon quite Menacingly, I'll scoop your ice cream From right under your nose, One scoop, Two scoop, Three, "Ill bounce the bowl upon your head" "Then run so you never knows it was me" "Who had eaten your desert from" "Right under your nose you see" He giggled and smiled a child's grin, What next does a pirate need to be "King of the sea" A hat he thought, As he looked around his fathers hats Covered his head, He walked in to Table & Chair, For it was to big over his eyes, He was unable to see. He bounced Off the door, the bed, the Window sill too, with holes cut he still Was unable to see properly, So he got a sock with a patch on the heal Putting it on his little head looked in the mirror amused By what could be seen. I need one more thing To be like me pa.. A ship to sail the high sea, But he was only tiny 3 foot tall was he, So he looked around Finding a table in the yard, Discarded but could be used by he. "A sail was needed" A table cloth tied to the back legs To catch the gusts of wind yar see, A crew was needed?? But there was only room for Him And his parrot Reginald, "Cracker" "Cracker"   He would squawk at me, A I dry one given and a pat on the Head from me. I was known as a captain on My Green Sea, Plundering the apple tree The raspberry bush All the berries were now mine That I could see, I wanted to be like my father when I grew up But lets be realistic I'm three foot "I'm four and three months" Who would be scared of little spoon pirate me.
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Nov 23, 2014
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