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NaPoWriMo Day 16

Hankering for Rum

The first pirate was a banker,
But for rum he would hanker,
He bought a boat with no anchor,
He was a bit of a…
Drip.
Across the waves he could zip,
In his almighty ship,
In search of a chum,
Who had plenty of rum,
But he was so dumb,
So all he did was sit,
And think about it,
Because he didn’t know…
Nothing.
He’s no pirate, he’s just bluffing.

In response to the sixteenth “skeltonic verse” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net

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