There’s a Pirate Living Next Door – Ages 18 months +

Yet another story for little ones although this one is written in verse. I used to write poetry all the time when I was an angst ridden teenager (ooo, I cringe just thinking about it).

To be honest, when reading to B1 and B2 I hate rhyme but then there’s always exceptions like the fabulous Hairy Maclary by Lynley Dodd and anything by Dr. Suess but especially The Lorax. It actually makes me tear up some most every time.

What makes a good rhyming story do you think? And have you ever written something in rhyme that you feel works well? Have a read through and let me know. As always, happy reading.

 

The man next door, bent and old,

His joints stiff, his hands cold,

Used to sail the seven seas

And over the fence while I plucked peas,

He told his ocean tale to me.

He was feared across the waters,

By men and women, sons and daughters.

His eyes shone like the sun on the waves,

He surrounded himself with vicious knaves.

Who could fight them? There were none so brave.

His beard was as long as a mermaid’s tail,

His back as straight and strong as a nail.

There was no ship he would not attack,

No storm so fierce that he’d turn back.

No waves too high, no sky too black.

And then one day this king of the sea,

(He whispered this part to me),

Asked his loyal men to follow him into the swell,

But his men did not take that well.

And under their might the captain fell.

“Mutiny!” the captain cried from the hold,

But for his life, he did as he was told.

They searched his maps and knew where the treasure lay,

They demanded he take them there that day.

They all had swords. What could he say?

They dropped anchor just off a golden beach.

The first mate, a foul-smelling leech,

Bound the captain’s hands with rope and chain,

Pulled them tight to cause great pain.

The captain’s struggles were all in vain.

At sword point he lead them across the sand

But what happened next they had not planned.

Those pirates could not suspect,

The captain had one true friend yet.

Jake the parrot, his faithful pet.

As they crested the golden dunes,

They heard a fear inducing tune.

The screech and scream of Jake and his friends,

Parrots, monkeys, all of them,

Bearing down upon the men.

They scratched and clawed and bit,

While the men tried to slash and hit.

The animals were all too strong,

The pirates wondered how it all went so wrong,

While across the beach, dark shadows stretched long.

As the sun went down they ran away,

The captain never saw them again since that day.

“But what about the jewels and gold?”

I asked the pirate, feeling bold.

He winked and, if he knew, he never told.

And then, not long after that,

He packed up his parrot and feathered hat.

I like to think he went back to sea,

That, that is where he’ll always be.

On the waves, fierce and free.