Caution in his voice, apprehension in his lungs
Up the rungs of certainty & into solitude flung,
Off the coast of Chile
Of the utmost regret feel he,
A dilly plea and yet there be,
A castaway of the Pacific sea

If misgivings in him swelled
And yelled aloud of his misdeeds,
News of Cinque Ports' downfall
Would call to mind his wise decree

But not for several years
Would this privateer be reprieved,
Until the long awaited day of Duke
Awaited him where he once had grieved

Dust mite and not at all contrite
  You make residence in my home,
The allergies you induce in me
  In me my anger foams

I'll stamp you out
  Out you'll be
And still more blood to spill,
  The poetry of all my will
Next your cousin flea