Ninjas and Mateys

 

I sat at my keyboard
Ready to type
My Epic Idea
Ready with its hype

But as I began
The front door burst apart
In leapt some ninjas
Aiming for my heart

I suddenly discovered
My clothing had changed
I was dressed as a pirate
Eyepatch and hook neatly arranged

I wanted to fight them all
But was outnumbered six to one
So I jumped out the window
And ran for the sun

Now, I live in a place
With no water about
No sea, no lake, no pool
No swimmy way out

But there before me lay a beach
With an ocean beyond
And my pirate ship stood waiting
On that super-sized pond

My mateys were ashore
And their cutlasses they drew
The odds had now changed
Three pirates for each ninja or two

The fight was glorious
As bloody as could be
I lost a couple sailors
Who fought so gallantly

The ninjas were vicious
But they had to run away
Promising they would return
On some darker sort of day

I asked my mateys to wait
So I could gather some things
I was the captain so they agreed
And then they began to sing

It was a drinking song, I knew
Somehow I knew it well
So I sang along as I went
Into the place I did dwell

The place was a wreck
The ninjas had left their mark
To leave it would be easy
In the gathering dark

But my computer was untouched
And my unwritten story awaited
My Epic Idea I just knew
Would have to be sated

So I sat down once more
Just to type a few words
Although the situation
Bordered on absurd

I typed a little bit
And then I dozed off
Later I awoke
With nasty little cough

I was in my warm sweet bed
I sat up and looked out the window
The ocean and ship were gone
I thought it all a dream, if you must know

I went once more to my computer
To let my Epic Idea work its way out
But then I saw the throwing star
And suddenly had a doubt

It was stuck in the wall
In my office window’s frame
I wondered for a moment
If this was some sort of game

It had all been quite real
But also a dream, I felt sure
I smiled because I knew
I was a pirate with black heart pure

My mateys and the ninjas
Would return soon enough
We would fight once again
And show the world our stuff

 

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I wanted to be a bit whimsical today, but I also wanted to tell a story.  The above is the result.

 

See you next week.