A pirate walked into a bar.
He ordered neat rum in a jar,
Then swallowed it down
And said with a frown:
“I’m trying to find the pissoir!”
There was an old pirate called Justin
Who keeps the place shipshape by dustin’
He’s a glorious mover
When he pushes the Hoover
But the state of his washing’s disgustin’
Of course, besides Pirate limericks, which are the traditional sort, there is also pirate haiku. I guess perhaps those pirates would sail in the Sea of Japan?
There are also the naughty Pirate limericks, of which there are many. This being a, well… at least a PG-13 blog, I won’t include the racier ones.
Miss Molly’s a lady quite blunt.
For handsome young pirates she’d hunt.
In quite boisterous shows,
Now everyone knows,
She caught one and he’s licking her….toes!
Let’s all of us don our best Jack Sparrow imitations, and talk like a Pirate today. Remember to swish when you swashbuckle. Enjoy!
The first limerick is courtesy of Australian poet Graeme King. Images are embroidery designs from Urban Threads.