Alot Doesn’t Exist by Darren McErlain

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‘Twas a dark and stormy night among the horrible sixteen seas,

When the Pirate ship O’Hara, sailed into the dock of Fees.

It slammed into the port and jolted the ship ashore,

With sailors from the top deck attempting to break the law.

They took out a massive chainsaw and split the land in two,

By cutting a symmetrical pattern a new folklore grew and grew.

The traditional land of A lot was cut into two equal halves,

With two new entry points and stencil-crete ridden paths.

The two lands were divided and needed a name of their own,

So the Captain did some thinking, as the history has shown.

One land part was called “A” and was granted an official name,

Whilst the other land parcel called “LOT” had a symbol of a flame.

The two towns were now known as “A” and “Lot”,

And for teachers, this certainly hit the spot.

The town Alot became extinct, and was kicked off every map,

The word no longer existed – a new agreement signed in sap.

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I’d rather be a pirate

 

‘I don’t want to be a princess,’

The Princess Carlie said.

‘I’ve no wish to grow my hair out long;

I’ll use a rope instead.

I’ve no need to use these glassware shoes;

I’d rather wear my clogs,

And don’t even get me started

On what’s wrong with kissing frogs.

If you really need a royal,

You might try Gary Brown,

He’d enjoy a regal job

Complete with jewelled crown.

I’d rather be a pirate,

Sail a thousand seas;

Swing gracefully in rigging

Like an acrobat on trapeze.

I’d rather have adventure

Than an adoring crowd,

So you’ll find me on the sea-ways,

Belching very loud.

Jessica Nelson
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #42

Prompt5Jessica said: I wrote this poem for my daughter, who for now likes both pirates and princesses.

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Pirate plight

by Jenny Erlanger

 

Though pirates get by

with a patch on one eye

their lives out at sea can be grim.

No wonder they’re mean,

all the pirates I’ve seen

have clearly been missing a limb.

I now understand

all those hooks for a hand,

the clumping around on a peg.

To fit out their ships

for those plundering trips

must cost them an arm and a leg!

 

 

 

 

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Lost

by Jenny Erlanger

 

The water beneath us is surging,

the thunder’s creating a din.

and swiftly a sense is emerging

of just what a pickle I’m in.

All hope of a rescue is shrinking,

I’m such a long way from the shore.

I’m trapped on a ship that is sinking

and teeming with pirates galore,

with villains who thirst for a killing,

who’d slice you apart with a hook.

I’m finding this ever so thrilling!

I love getting lost in a book.