# PRETTYPINKPIRATES
In days of yore on salty seas,
Where freedom flowed on every breeze,
Sailed crews of men, both fierce and bold,
With stories rarely ever told.
The Pretty Pink Pirates, brave and true,
Found love and kinship 'mongst their crew.
In a world that scorned their hearts' desire,
They found solace in their floating shire.
Captain Flint, with eyes of steel,
And First Mate Jack, his love ideal,
Led their band of merry men,
In search of treasure, now and then.
But greater riches they did find,
In bonds of heart and soul entwined.
For on their ship, love knew no bounds,
No judgment cast, no moral grounds.
They danced on decks 'neath starry skies,
With gleaming cutlasses and thighs.
Their earrings glinted, bandanas bright,
As they embraced the velvet night.
In port towns where they'd drop anchor,
They'd find a pub for drink and banter.
Some locals sneered, some turned away,
But pirates cared not what they'd say.
For in their world of plank and sail,
Where danger lurked at every trail,
They found in each other solace sweet,
A love that made their lives complete.
They swabbed the decks and manned the mast,
United by a bond so vast.
In battle fierce, they stood as one,
Their loyalty outshone the sun.
The Pink Flag flew atop their ship,
A symbol of their fellowship.
It spoke of love, of choice, of pride,
Of feelings they need never hide.
From Tortuga to the Spanish Main,
Their legend grew like summer rain.
The Pretty Pink Pirates, strong and free,
Defied the norms of land and sea.
So when you hear of pirates old,
Remember all the tales untold.
Of men who loved and lived their truth,
Finding freedom in their seafaring youth.
The Pretty Pink Pirates sail on still,
In hearts of those who bend to will,
Of love that knows no bounds or shore,
A rainbow flag forevermore.
