Pirate's Woe

Hopefully, in the future I will have more sensible and interesting posts than the ones that I have done so far. Here is a poem that I began for my English/Writing book, Lingua Mater.

The Ballad of
Pirates’ Woe

I have heard a story
‘Bout a secret treasure trove
And all the pirates would hurry
To find a secret cove.

Bright jewels, they all say,
Had once been hidden right there
An’ what wouldn’t a pirate pay
For these riches uncompared!

So one night, Cap’n Trapp
Went out with a secret crew
For he had a treasure map
With an old’n secret clue.

Cap’n Trapp was a terror-
He carried a cannonball-
A right frightening sea-farer,
The worst pirate of them all.

He had a long saber,
A cannonball, sword, and harpoon
He’d force all men to labor
From dinner until noon.

“The treasure must be found!”
Cried the dread Cap’n Trapp
“Every one of you will be drowned
Before I will turn back!”

But to this great treasure
There was more than jewels or gold
There was power of great measure
From the mighty kings of old.

Those who found the treasure
Could conquer the whole world
And Cap’n Trapp, with mighty pleasure
Sped on with sails unfurled.

Across a jungle trecked
A boy who’d seen the pirates
“They must be stopped, they must be checked!
Those nasty, awful tyrants!”
The boy’s name was Ian
And the island was his home
He and his friends were guardians
Of the cove. And there the ship roams!

“Come hither, dear fairies
Come join me, animals, now!
Pirates come- we must not tarry
We have to stop them- but how?”

So cried Ian, the guard
And they answered his call
The pirates’ challenge would be hard
For the fairies, boy, and all.

Old Pirate Captain Trapp,
With his mighty will of steel
Was sure he could not be trapped.
His strong conviction was real.

For his ego that day
Had fancied he could destroy
Any dragon that’s thrown his way
And beat every rig or ploy

Cap’n Trapp was very pleased
With the way things were going
For all the while he had’nt been teased
by any resistance

Ian was readying;
Preparing to thwart Cap’n Trapp.
Carefully the animals worked
For there could be no mishap.

Monkeys climbed through long leaves
For coconuts for cannons,
While beavers chewed up many trees
For firewood for cannons.

Sometime (maybe) the poem will finish with Ian, the fairies, and the animals defeating the pirates. The island will then be called Pirate's Woe. It takes alot to write a "ballad" like this one- every line has to ryhme!
I have written much better poems, but this is the first poem of this type that I have attempted.