The buccaneer bragged to the butcher,
“My Kitchen Rules, for sure,
so gimme those guts for me banquet tonight
and a coupla bears and that boar.
I’m goin’ all out on the barbie,
with bacon and bangers to boot,
served up with a broccoli garnish,
and for afters, a basin of fruit.
A good balanced bash for me hearties,
from Yours Truly, the Buccaneer Host,
and if they wake up in the morning,
they can get their own coffee and toast.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29