Now you have a pirate’s look,
at times a pirate’s laugh as well,
a high seas dry and salty cackle.
Perhaps I should get you a three cornered hat,
an old grey parrot with a line in cynical aphorisms,
baggy pants and a sword shaped like a young moon,
so you can travel in a frigate of dreams to a land
where the ground laughs when the gods tell good jokes.
