Question

Compose a poem related to pirates/pirate ship​

Answer 1

Answer:

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resort

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flaunts

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he stands

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger that

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie;

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie;His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords;

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie;His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords;And in his carriage camp all wars to be:—

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie;His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords;And in his carriage camp all wars to be:—With him of battles there shall be no lack

Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port;A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts,All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resortOf fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flauntsA flabby purple: rusty-spurred he standsIn rakehell boots and belt, and hanger thatClaps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands,He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat.Aggression marches armies in his words;And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie;His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords;And in his carriage camp all wars to be:—With him of battles there shall be no lackWhile buxom wenches are and stoops of sack.