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Aboard My Pirate Ship

“Today’s our big adventure!”
Lizzy says to Kate.
“Let’s go aboard our Pirate Ship.
“C’mon!  We can’t be late!”

They put on pirate outfits–
A bandanna and a sash.
Lizzy wears a fluffy blouse.
Katie, an eye patch.

They walk across a gang-plank.
(That’s how they get on board.)
The horn blows “toot” and they salute
Each other with their swords.

Then Katie hoists the mainsail
And Lizzy takes the helm.
(That’s what they call the steering wheel
In the pirate-speaking realm.)

“Cast off the lines!” shouts Lizzy.
“Bring in the plank!” yells Kate.
Their fun begins when friendly winds
Blow them where treasures wait.

Ahoy!  A whale to starboard!
A dolphin swims astern!
And mermaids wink at sailors
Who blow kisses in return.

At noon the sun is highest.
The pirates sit for lunch.
They eat peanut butter sandwiches,
Their favorite meal to munch.

And then it’s time to go below
And climb up in their racks.
Before any more adventures,
The little pirates need their naps.

Suddenly they waken
As the lookout cries with fear,
“Look out on the horizon!
Several sails are looming near!”

Lizzy grabs the spy glass
And looks across the sea.
“Another ship is chasing us!
I wonder who they be?”

Katie quickly rings the ship’s bell
And warns the pirate crew.
They scramble to their stations
Where they spy the dreadful view.

They raise their fastest canvas
Getting ready for the race.
“We must go faster,” Katie shouts.
“They’re giving quite a chase!”

The salty sea waves spray them
As they cut the choppy foam.
The wind fills up their largest sails
And blows them to their home.

But the other ship is faster
And soon they’re side by side.
And big surprise is in their eyes.
“Mommy is inside!”

Their adventure now has ended.
Their ship becomes their beds.
Stuffed animals were the pirates
They imagined in their heads.

The sail becomes a bed sheet.
The mizzenmast — a broom.
The ocean that they sailed upon
Is now a messy room.

“Go now, and wash,” says Mommy.
“It’s almost time to eat.”
“Aw, Mom! You’re not a pirate!
You didn’t join the fleet!”

For now the fun is over
As the pirates wash their hands.
But soon they’ll sail their ship again
And visit other lands.

(Written as a children’s book in 1996 for my girls)

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