Every Port O’ Call
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With whores in every port ‘o call
A pirate aught not be alone
And I intends ta’ fuck ‘em all
Down to me very last doubloon!
Tis money that a pirate needs
With whores in every port ‘o call
If ya’ want ter spread yer seed
Or exercise yer cock ‘n balls
Back aboard me ship I’ll crawl
Me crotch afire, too sore ta’ piss!
With whores in every port ‘o call
I got the clap, or syphilis
At sea, a pirate seeks nay joy
From wankin’ ‘till his cock be raw
Or buggerin’ some cabin boy
With whores in every port ‘o call!








You are really really good, Reggie. I love the fact that you’re driven towards formal poetry. That’s a challenge to write which few of us venture to take. You make it seem natural and second nature with your wit and humor. I appreciate the pirate vernacular as well. Fun read! Fab subject matter.
Those naughty pirates!
Thank you so much! Indeed I love the challenge of old school meter and rhyme.