Upon the poop deck it was
plain to perceive
The sea was just a wetter
version of the sky,
Below he bellowed commands
to his crew
And they moved with much purpose
and skill
Within the sail rigging
and about the ship
He was in his element
plotting revenge,
Thinking he would have forever
in Neverland
To study his trusty dog-eared
maps
And hatch schemes against Peter
Pan
But he was forced to
retire to Arizona.
When he failed to read the
fine print
On his piracy contract it spelled
his doom
One small clerical error
had done him in
He failed to file every
other thousand years
And was replaced with
dopey first mate
On his wall a dueling
sword gathers dust
For poker games replaced
his old reprisals
He lives in a western
ranch house now
His new rocky seas are
mountain ranges
With succulent cacti scattered
in-between
Being landlocked he has
lost his sea legs
For the only swaying was the
gait of his horse
Muddy cowhands replaced
salty sailors
And being stationary was
his only course.
His one concession was
buried treasure
Of Spanish doubloons and
jeweled goblets
I wouldn’t cross him and
steal his plunder
The question if Hook will
kill is a certain bet
Not with a sword or by
walking a plank
For he has gotten good
with a six shooter
And it won’t be loaded
with blanks
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