Yule Mathoms 2005 Collected
December 8 - 17 cunning corsairs: 5. Seventeen - by Ainu Laire
All cultures have a digit
That brings bad luck, you see.
For hobbits, eighty is it
And elves, seventy-three.
Gondorians fear sixty
And dwarves, it's thirteen.
Orcs loathe one hundred fifty,
As for Corsairs? Seventeen.
Once upon a dreary eve
Set sail one lonely ship.
Soon as they took their leave
Their luck started to slip.
They sailed through ghastly storms
And lost their bows and knives.
And enemies attacked in swarms
They nearly lost their lives!
The cunning captain of the boat
Thought of their bad luck.
And then came from his throat:
"Holy mother- hey, a duck!"
Even though the duck meant naught,
He still knew the solution.
He would now not be fraught
And would rid of this pollution.
For he spotted upon his turf
That there were seventeen men.
And as he gazed upon the surf,
He thought up 'Operation: Ben'.
So he told his men this plan
And they all shouted in glee.
And then they grabbed Ben, a man,
And threw him into the Sea.
Hereafter safe, this group of brothers,
This now wise band of sixteen
Spreads this message to all others:
Beware number seventeen!