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She shanty

23 Apr

One of my favourite prompts from napowrimo 2013 was to write a sea shanty so I’ve done another – with a little twist!

My daddy was a sailor
He sailed on every sea
In every port he had a wife
And one of them had me.

I vowed to be like daddy
In the first words that I spoke
But they said I was a girly
And should stay with girly folk.

A life at sea was made for she
Stick your kitchen up your arse
I’d rather be up a crows nest
On this ship under the stars

But I was made of salty stuff
So off to sea I went
The men that looked at me askance
To Davy Jones were sent.

The women that I met
In galleys and ashore
I handed a sword and swore aboard
And we gave the men what for.

A life at sea was made for she
Stick your kitchen up your arse
I’d rather be up a crows nest
On this ship under the stars

One day I’ll meet my daddy
Leagues across the sea
We’ll laugh and sing and drink our rum
There’s no other life for me.

*Faster now*
A life at sea was made for she
Stick your kitchen up your arse
I’d rather be up a crows nest
On this ship under the stars

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Aside

Poem done wrong for day 7 of napowrimo

7 Apr

Daddy, I loved my cat and my cat loved me
I cuddled her every day
She purred in my ear like the rain on the roof
Daddy, why did my cat run away?

Daddy, you told me to be always polite
You said respect every woman and man
But you really do say some terrible things
Why do you not respect my gran?

Daddy, you said that we should not say naughty words
If we swear Jesus Christ will be sad
The words you say sound like swearing sometimes
Aren’t ‘fuck’, ‘shit’, ‘bugger’, ‘cunt’ also bad?

Daddy, I think that you are a wonderful man
Although mum sometimes says you’re a jerk
There’s just one thing I wonder and wish I could change
Why do you spend so much time at work?

I realise now that this poem is wrong
The question is not to be in each verse
It’s to be at the end – the last line of the rhyme
Could this poem be any worse?