Swashbucklers Soiree

Late it may be I'm off to the Swashbucklers Soiree Hosted by The Ribboned Crown.

Hoping not to be ousted because of my less than desirable attributes! I have been known to kick up my heels with the best of them!! I am woman hear me roar! Click image to enlarge

Swarthy Woman

They’ve forced me to walk, the plank ye’ see

I’m a swarthy woman, preferin RUM in her tea

I pinched a bottle, from Captain Jack’s room

A wayward act, certain to incite doom

With nothing to wear to swashbuckler’s soiree

I was kinda havin an unfortunate day

Not dazzling like other ladies attendin

Nor am I girl much into pretendin

I stole to the haul, to drink me some rum

When they caught me lard Ass,…dum deed dum dum!

Pirates a Laughin, jokin at my expense

Cunning young lassie, I played rather dense

Their swords were a flayin, too near my chest

So I ran down the plank, with their rum to protest

Threatening to pour Rum into the drink

Their pirate’ in ways, had pushed me to the brink

They promised they’d try to be real gents

So backwards I walked careful and tense

Rum poured out of my cup as I made me way back

As I inched off the plank, I was frightened to see Jack

Out went his hand, pulling me in with affection

Then I knew I was his, by his tender inflection

Standing tall with the others, he had something planned

I swooned in his arms to heed his command!