Doggedly Doggerel

I enjoy writing poetry which most would call doggerel.  I write other poetry as well, but I like writing rhyming verse just for sheer fun.  Here is one I wrote for a magazine issue with a pirate theme.

pirate galleonBuried Treasure

©  2004 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

There was an old sailor who told the tale                                                                                                           Of a dark pirate ship without a sail.                                                                                                                     This ghostly vessel was ever at sea                                                                                                                   But not always seen by you or by me.                                                                                                         He said if I followed the moon at night                                                                                                                My eyes would see a mysterious sight.                                                                                                      A ship would appear, all battered and worn,                                                                                               With skeleton crew and captain forlorn.                                                                                                                        Forever they’d search the ocean wide,                                                                                                         Looking for treasure tossed over the side.                                                                                                        In the deepest part of the watery main                                                                                                         Where guppies play and octopus reign,                                                                                                             Is an iron chest locked with silver key,                                                                                                         Full of pretty jewels and gold money.                                                                                                                   The fish swim over it every day                                                                                                                     Where whales serenade and sea horses neigh.

pirate-parrrot-on-spy-glass  The old sailor winked when he told me his yarn,                                                                                               And showed me a map he had under his arm.                                                                                                “Here’s the very spot where it sank.                                                                                                                      It’s better than silver you’ve got in the bank.”                                                                                                   The sailor was smart, my he was clever!                                                                                                             Now, like the ship, I’m searching forever!

By mpmckibbon

I am a pastor/writer/illustrator and I am a happily married grandmother. My passions are drawing, painting, writing and making crafts. I write, edit and publish a magazine for hospice patients, and residents of retirement homes and nursing homes.


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