Haiku Thread

The South Pacific
is Paradise in Wenches
with Gold in limbo.

These Wenches are strange.
For after sex on the beach,
we are now married.

I tried to explain
a Pirate can't be tied down...
we tie people up!

Her Father demands
I marry her in the morn
or into the flames.

She is quite angry
I chose fire not marriage,
she adds many logs.

Rum is my saviour!,
the Captain raises a toast.
Thirty bottles drunk.

The Natives passed-out,
I jump out of the kettle
and arrive on-board.

A true Ocean tale
Pirates, Wenches, Fire, Rum
the Rum was best ARRrrg.