childrens scary rhyming story |
Ghost Ship Three brothers went sailing on the sea one night The sky was clear and the moon was bright Singing and fishing and stories they told Drinking hot chocolate to keep out the cold Stories of monsters from out of the deep Creatures that swim and crawl, dive and creep Boat eating serpents to fill you with dread Howling mermaids to stop you sleeping in bed All of a sudden the moon became dim Clouds covered stars and a ghostly fog rolled in The sea once calm had started to swell The brothers hugged each other and began to yell The lights of the shore disappeared in the mist The water around them crashed, foamed and hissed Lightning flashed across the now dark cloudy sky The thunder was loud and made the boys cry Then out of the fog something slowly appeared Something big, old and wooden and terribly weird The thunder had ceased and the sea became calm But what the boys saw caused them alarm A Huge wooden ship in front of their boat Its hull full of holes and yet still fully afloat “Ahoy” called the boys, but no response from the ship Should they go on board, should they venture a trip? A ladder hung from the deck to the water below So the boys clambered up and shouted “hello” Yet again no reply to their calling to greet And the old wooden planks creaked under their feet Their eyes were drawn up to the tall crooked mast The sail was in shreds and the crows nest was vast Then they saw an object that increased their fright A horrible vision, a terrible sight From the tattered rigging that was frayed and loose Hung a skeleton from the neck, tied on with a noose Turning and running from the bones that they feared Where is the ladder? Had it just disappeared? “How do we get off, where can we go?” The boys saw a stairway that went down below Slowly they descended the dark wooden steps Into the unknown, down into the depths At the bottom they reached a small cabin door Should they enter this room? Do they dare to explore The handle creaked as it turned and the door opened in The room behind smelled musty and the lighting was dim A candle flickered on a table in the middle of the space And cobwebs hung from the windows like dusty old lace They walked to the table, eyes adjusting to the light Staying close together, keeping themselves tight As they approached they saw an object by the candle that was tiny Something that was round in shape and ever so shiny With trembling fingers a boy touched it, it was cold He picked it up and looked closer at a coin made of gold! Suddenly a wind whistling and blowing throughout The door slammed closed and the candle blew out In the dark the boys panicked and ran for the door But found it was locked, which panicked them more Then from out of the floor in the corner of the room A light started glowing to cut through the gloom The glow formed a shape that got much clearer And the boys gave a scream as it moved slowly nearer As it approached them they saw the true form of this demon It was a ghoulish pirate, a very ghostly seaman Seaweed dangled from its bearded chin Its mouth curved up in a sinister grin A rusty old hook sat where there once was a hand Its clothes were ragged and covered in sand A patch on one eye its mouth dripping with mud A sword on its hip, a leg fashioned from wood It stretched out an arm to point at the boys From its throat emitted a gurgling noise Then it spoke with a voice that was distant and cold It said whilst still pointing “that’s my coin of gold” The boys pulled the door again and again It suddenly opened and they fell out in the rain Pushing and shoving they ran up the stairs to the deck To hear laughter from the skeleton that was hung by the neck The boys ran and jumped off the side of this boat Into the freezing cold water barley able to float They managed to scramble onto their own little ship Shivering from fright and their forced icy dip They turned to look back where the ghost ship had been Then looked at each other with relief at the scene No ghost ship, no fog, no eerie seas swell No skeleton, no pirate no visions of hell They talked and talked until it turned light “Who will believe our story when we tell of last night?” “We still have the coin that is made of gold” “When they see it they will have to believe what they’re told” Into his pocket one boy put his hand To retrieve the treasure but found only sand! Disappointed and wet they headed back for the shore But on the way back in the water they saw An old bottle, bobbing up and down and side to side With a net they retrieved it, there was a letter inside They unfolded the paper and observed what it said The writing old fashioned and the ink was blood red “To the lads who boarded to steal my treasure Your efforts were good and our meeting a pleasure This time you have failed to keep hold of your find But don’t be deterred and keep this in mind The ocean is deep and its secrets a plenty Some treasure chests full and some that are empty If you search long and hard rewarded you’ll be But heed some advice from an old pirate like me If you see a ship in the fog in the night Let it pass by your boat till it sails out of sight And above all else please heed and be told Keep your scurvy hands off my coin made of gold” |