When Spanish ships were making trips
To trade and gather treasure,
Crews learned to fear the buccaneer,
Whose boldness knew no measure.
I should be clear, a buccaneer
Was tough and rough and ruthless
He’d climb aboard and use his sword
Or make his victims toothless.
Then, grabbing loot, he’d quickly scoot
Before someone could catch him.
He’d sail away to find more prey;
For daring, few could match him!
But now, today, I need to say
(Though sworn to keep it quiet):
He won’t attack if there’s a lack
Of fibre in his diet!
For I have heard, (it sounds absurd),
He craves a balanced meal,
Including beans and other greens
Before he’ll sail to steal.
Don’t think me wrong. I’ve heard the song
When buccaneers assemble.
They drop their ‘g’s, which does not please,
But these words make me tremble:
“Now bring your bunch of broccoli, boys
And throw it in the basin.
We’ll eat it raw and call for more
Then ships we’ll go a-chasin’!”
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #29
Monty says: I began by researching buccaneers to introduce the poem, then made a first draft of their song about broccoli, which led to the thoughts about fibre and a balanced diet. The concluding verses had to be revised to accommodate the basin and justify the final rhyme.