Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I want to be a pirate and sail the seven seas command the open oceans and bring Poseidon to his knees. Alas I suffer from mal de mer the smell of salt makes me sick I swear. It seems I'll never go to sea so a pirate's life is not for me.
0
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Old salts
I want to be a pirate and sail the seven seas command the open oceans and bring Poseidon to his knees. Alas I suffer from mal de mer the smell of salt makes me sick I swear. It seems I'll never go to sea so a pirate's life is not for me.
john-edward-smallshaw
Written by
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem