Had to make a sonnet for my english lessons at school, so here it is :
Sailing the seas is what they mostly do
Looking for towns to plunder near the coast
Hiding from warships inside a bayou
Fearing nothing but a vicious ghost
When plundering towns, stealing rum they will
Not to mention the grog, their holy grail
Taking some hot wenches for a thrill
And for the captain, some nice English ale
Fighting battles against the enemy
Shooting their big cannons with a poor aim
Maneuvering hard not to sink in the sea
If loosing, fleeing battle without shame
Living their glorious but deadly live
'Cause for lots of booty they strive
Had to do it quick (forgot the assignment) but hope you like it. I'm not a native english speaker so it's not perfect and all. Hope you like it though, planning on doing more sonnets involving the FSM now.


