The Inky-Dinky Pirate Ship

The Inky-Dinky pirate ship it sailed the ocean blue,
The winky blinky pirate men they were a motley crew,
Why some would wink and some would blink we have no single clue,
Yet they’ve been mates; have sailed the seas since they were only two,

Yes they were born on far off isle that sits quite lost at sea,
They see their dad but once a year he lives up in a tree,
The mom she is a friendly sort the pirates all agree,
‘Cause she will cook up anything and they can eat for free.

And when they’re full they pile aboard their Inky-Dinky ship,
They chock the cogs and chine the brails at start of every trip,
They tighten every bumpkin tight; they don’t want them to rip,
And when the cofferdam is full they’re off at speedy clip.

They travel near and travel far to find fine chests of gold,
And gems, and pearls, and treasure things and put them in their hold,
They never sell one bit of it for this is what I’m told,
They only want great heaps of it to have when they are old.

And how do Inky-Dinky pirate men find stuff you ask?
They look for other pirate men on beaches where they bask,
And when the other pirates sleep from boozing from the flask,
They sneak and carry off their gold that’s how they do this task.

Another year has come and gone their pirate work is done,
Their dad will see them once again and they will all have fun,
Their mom will cook and they will eat from dawn to setting sun,
And soon the Inky-Dinky ship will make another run.

Peter Lowell Paulson
April 30, 2011