Calamity

Calamity



She’s a’ sailing away in her jet black dress

And she’s looking good I must confess

A cutlass in hand amidst bonny cheers

On the good ship Calamity that she steers



The seas are rough waves hammer the hull

As she dines in the cabin on rum and seagull

Waiting on the morn’ for the weather to settle

All dressed up an’ ready for battle



Bottle of rum and away she goes

Making mincemeat of her foes

Sea’s her blessing sea’s her cure

She’ll make you walk the plank for sure



With threats all gone, she be’ relaxing

Says ‘these bloody battles can be so taxing’

She slips out of her costume she’s half naked

Did you ever see anything more sacred?



Counting her booty no need to add tax

Smiling wryly laid back and lax

Dreams of tomorrow filling her mind

Forgetting her foes has an axe to grind



Now to leave ship, there be a treasure chest to bury

She yells ‘c’mon ya cutthroats we best hurry’

For’ the cruel sea could bring anytime

A swift answer for our crime



X marks the spot it’s pretty good here

An’ there be a palm tree pretty near

With that all done it’s back to the ship

To drink n’ brawl, sing n’ kip



Calamity she don’t live with fear

So long as her ship and crew are near

Crime she say’ it does pay

An’ that’s the ol’ pirate way



Dewi Hughes

11/09/2008