my sunken ships.

THE DAY THE SHIPS SANK

Everyone owns a ship or two,
my many ships,
they come and go.

Row row to keep them afloat,
watch them bob up and down in the little moat.
"Ahh pirates!" i often hear them goad.

Stop rowing and watch them sink.
Aye Captain you lazy pig,
you scaredy cat!

Because of pirates,
because of Captains,
because of stormy seas.

My precious fleet half sunken deep,
all slumbering into deep sleep,
and that shall be our last meet.


gosh!
i can write poems!
HAH!
and it has alot of hidden meanings lorh!
its not shallow kind of poem, its VERY indepth!!!
inspired by the many many things.
i am poetic and poetic!
and this poem is not talking about a person.
it is of an intangible object.
kind of an object.
aiyah its just a noun lah.


gosh
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give up trying to figure out what that was about.
its meant to be ambiguous.
so there.