Jolly Richard, the office pirate,
Fumbles with a folder.
Golly Jolly who’s that polly,
Sitting on your shoulder?
That m’hearty is the Captain,
Bold and free and brave.
He dares to go where no man’s been,
Humankind to save.
His letter opener, razor sharp.
He fights the fight to win.
Slashing here, tongue lashing there,
And leading with his chin.
Captain Polly’s a cut above,
Your average multinationals,
He’ll fight the fight with young and old
Poltroons and blind irrationals.
The fights are savage, letters rage,
And damn the cost of stamps
His feathers ruffled, bloodied brow,
And cursed writer’s cramps.
But though battles still are loyally joined
Jolly Richard’s wise and older,
And sometimes wonders about the Captain,
Perched upon his shoulder.
© Copyright Philip Barton 14/9/01 All rights reserved
