I am a pirate poet, you see
sometimes sad, sometimes full of glee
I don't have a parrot, but I do have a cat.
So sorry, but what do you think of that?
This poem is not yet at its end
For I can still think of more words to bend
I am a god with words, and I have the power of creation
Illiterate people can be quite an irritation
You are a great friend,
So to your needs I will tend.
Sorry, in this direction I must steer,
For the end of the poem is here.
