The Pirate of Pickletown
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He didn’t look fearsome. He never said, “Aarrrr!”
He had no tattoos, nor a beard, nor a scar.
He didn’t have crossbones or skulls on his hat.
His parrot was scared away, thanks to his cat.
His ship had no anchor, no flag, and no plank.
The chest for his treasure? His pink piggy bank.
There weren’t many jewels or gems he could find.
The booty he sat on was just his behind.
And no one was frightened, since Buccaneer Bob
had no ships to hijack or people to rob.
And that’s how it looks like it always will be,
since Pickletown’s far, far away from the sea.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
From the book The Elephant Repairman
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