Captain Pete was a pirate who sailed far and wide
and like other pirates had something to hide.
After taking the treasure from ships passing by
he buried it deep in the Cornish countryside.
There’s a river they call the Camel I hear
it was there he would go when trouble was near.
So dig if you must or look for a map,
with so much time past, he’s not coming back.
If you search near the river, you’ll find an old bottle or box
it’s there I’ve heard tell, tucked deep in the rocks.
With an old map to guide you, there’ll be nothing to fear
just use it to help you find all he held dear.
Today is our last full day with Jersey Girl and we’ve planned a little pirate themed party along the river with some children from the village. I’m putting the last touches on the treasure map and I created the little verse above that will be written in a moment on some coffee stained paper I baked in the oven yesterday. I plan to tuck it in an old copy of Treasure Island and let the children read it at the river after we discover it hidden in the pages of the book.
I’ve been busy baking and making a variety of yummy treats and to use as a treasure in boxes of sweets … oops, sorry about that, I just can’t seem to stop rhyming. I’ll be back to normal tomorrow just wait and see, there’ll no more bad rhymes, written by me. Arguh!
Somebody stop me, I can’t help myself
perhaps I should leave the children’s books on the shelf.
I’ve become quite addicted, with no self-control
All this rhyming and writing has taken its hold.
I may need a clinic, a place I can stay
like the Betty Ford one I’ve heard people say,
is the place they would go if they got carried away.
It ‘s not about drugs or drinking too much,
it’s wordstuck I am and losing my touch.
For my old way of writing the things I would say,
‘ Hello, can you help me, I’ve quite lost my way.’
My addiction to rhyming has overwhelmed me so
I think I shall need one of those places to go.
I’ve forgotten all the things that I used to know,
all the grownup worries that bothered me so.
They disappeared with the diet I’ve struggled to keep,
it’s like that you know when children stay for a week.
After Jersey Girl sadly leaves us tomorrow,
I’ll go back to plain living with words that will follow.
A boring old grownup with games still to play
I’ll pack them all up for the next rainy day.
When John and I sit inside staying dry
I might make up a story, I’ll be tempted to try.
It will be fun to remember I’m sure you’ll agree,
as we sort through the photos from our week with JG.
We’ll laugh and remember how she was with us in May
and plan for the next time, our Jersey Girl comes to stay.
Thanks to all of you who joined us for our week of fun. I’ll be back tomorrow with some more from our day, but no more rhymes I promise, when I’m having my say. Oops! There I go again. It’s pitiful really, I mean it’s like I’m channeling a bad version of Dr Seuss.