Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

The Tale of the Vitae Plant

Day and night one and the same

They journey through the impenetrable shield

Upon their exit, some four days hence

A cruel banner did descend upon them

Black as night with bones of X

Underneath a dead man's face

Thus battle ensued of the fiercest nature

Smoke from cannon mimicked from whence they had come

And billowed high from treacherous fire

Though the ocean was full it could not get to the blaze

So bucket and basket transported their saviour

Poured, thrown and chucked a chain of buckets

Combated fire and saved the deck

Though the wood stood firm their assailants entered

Swinging from rope of twine and walking on plank of wood

Rapiers glinting showed off a deadly arsenal

But many more were hidden in the fog and smoke

With slash and thrust the swords tried to find purchase

Tried to rid our heroes of life given so freely

To plunder and steal what secrets this ship held

As the enemy deemed a life of villainy more rewarding than hard labour

But our lads and ladies didst not falter

They too had weapons a plenty

That of steel and wood and gunpowder

Blood did stain the well oiled deck

And many were taken to the kingdom in the sky

But alas, those deadly pirates could roam the seas no more

Cut down as they were in the vigour of their lives

Many of ours too did fall, never to stand again

But time for pity and to pay respect was not upon them now

The mission too important so such frivolities would have to wait

They continued henceforth till the sun position

Justified to them the location upon their maps

Their destination nearby must be

As black and white gulls swept the air

Diving, screeching, they follow the ship

In expectation of a feast, free loaders, unthankful

But alas their plans were foiled, no scrap tossed or morsel given

With renewed vigour our crew didst sail forth

The land glinted, found at last, a shining jewel

Moored in the bay they took to smaller vessel

Rowing ashore, toward the picturesque scene before them

Stepping foot first on pure white sand as the Sun's rays beat down

They knew they should venture forth

But a moment in the sun is good for the soul

And thus they stopped there to rest weary heads and aching limbs