so dont ever call me patch or
i’ll never see my hand again
call me uncle touch my patch
but old dog bears the replica

upon his kennel birds – no!
hook-eyed & emerald pirates!
don’t be squeamish you kids!
with a blunderbuss fire away

sanguine & intelligent patch
will live 2 raid another day!
though his beard be smashed –
be his brains jellied or cool

hanging there upon a lanyard –
or whatever they called those
props 2 many pirate years ago
come salute your patched one!

the other sea he sails tonight!
he’s after great fishfingers &
crumbed dessert island shores –
fire in the hole! my eyes! ah!

harpoons do wedge a tad deeply
pierced, my black pirate lenses
the mariner’s sightlines hacked
now covered by a pirate patch