Pirate Patch

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