Poem: Pirate Plank

I’ll walk off the plank,

drawing a blank.

I scream for help,

all I see is kelp.

No, no, no,

in I go.

Splash!

Crash!

Where should I go?

I don’t know.

So I follow the rainbow.

It turns to night,

I am filled with fright.

I see land,

that is covered in sand.

 

 

 

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