A Pirate's Chant

I eats me beans
That kivers me plate.
I searches for gold
And pieces of eight.

I gots one eye
And a wooden leg.
I drowns me troubles
In a whiskey keg.

I gots me a woman,
Her name is Jean.
She smells like a goat,
But she's twice as mean.

I'll bang down the door
At Satan's front gate.
I'm scheduled for hell,
And I shant be late.

Even meaner still
I'll be when I'm dead.
I'll slap the old Devil
On the back of the head.

*****

Rosie The Waif

Rosie was a little girl
With neither mom nor dad.
She never knew the niceties
That other children had.

No mother to fuss over her,
And fancy up her hair.
Still, Rosie never slept at night,
But what she said a prayer.

She wanted just a little love,
A crust of daily bread,
A cover for some warmth at night,
A place to lay her head.

Poor Rosie struggled daily so,
She sought but to survive.
The rich and poor can never know
How lives the other side.

While others thought of wealth and fame,
And lusted after gold,
Teary Rosie died one night,
Afraid, alone, and cold.