Pirates Don't Wear Pink

Avast me mateys, hearty and rude,
We pirates would never dress like a dude
We roams the seas under flags black and white
With foul dispositions, dark, like the night

We'll wear yellow sashes and red feathers, I think
But one thing I know Pirates would never wear pink
"Pink is not manly," I says with a scowl,
and sip on my grog, both rancid and foul

"Why if we was to dress like a dandy,
We'd be boarding those ships and passin' out candy!"
"Har, me mates, it's into the drink
With any Pirate what's wearin' pink!"

They'd laugh at us and circle their ears
and throw us kisses, instead of jeers
So shiver me timbers, I'll never, I think,
Be boarding a ship and wearing pink!

Hello and welcome to my poetry and fun center. I was inspired by my eight year old niece to begin writing poetry at, of all things, my brother's untimely funeral. I was outside the funeral home gathering my thoughts, having a discreet smoke and watching Hannah balancing on a length of concrete wall. On her pretty head was a giant floppy pink hat the front brim of which was pressed flat against her forehead."You look like a pirate," I remarked in jest. To which she retorted, as if I should know, "Pirates don't wear pink!" It's proof that inspiration can come from even the gloomiest of circumstances. Enjoy the poetry and hijinks while clicking on as many links as you can!