Encase He Comes Knocking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little rhyming short story about a Tavern, a barkeep, and a Pirate that might know the bar-keep from another time and place.

Submitted: September 24, 2016

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Submitted: September 24, 2016



Under an Oval Moon, a gold Doubloon

Fell heavily upon the ship-lap bar;

A man with a hook instead of a hand

Wiped sweat from his brow and uttered, "ARR."


"We'll have rum laced with lime

Some meat, well cooked, butter and bread.

And tell your people, ("Step lively now!"),

Or by the break of day you'll all be dead."


Well the Bar-keep pored and his Misses cooked

And his children served that scurvy crew

And everyone else that didn't belong

Disappeared, like the fog, into the blue.


At the break of dawn that crew filed out,

Along with that Captain, his hook and blade,

But they each left coins all alone the bar.

Didn't they know that the Captin paid?


He raced to the door with their change in hand,

But there was no crew or Captain in sight;

The docks were empty and the sea was calm,

He could see for miles in the crisp daylight.


So to this day he keeps coins in a jar

And he's told his grandchildren what they are for;

To give to the Captain that he calls Hook,

Encase he comes knocking at Peter's door.


JEF  ---  09-24-2016

© Copyright 2018 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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