Ghost Dinghies of the Doldrums - An older poem for your Halloween needs

unpainted wooden boats adrift in open waters

Came upon them, we did
the plain wooden shore boats,
 that normals as trails behind a ship.
driftin' in doldrums' bated breath,
we crossed this treacherous sea
looking for our fortunes and dreams
by raidin' the holds of others.

None were aboards 'em,
and no goods, tools or clues lefts
by thems as put offs some vessel
to seek the wind where she hid perhaps
or fleeing mad capt'ns rage at the calmin',
by takin' the risk of the deep blue below
and chancin' Ol' Scratch's glance .

Ghost boats the murmurs ran
as the helm were set hards to starboards
 as to steer rounds 'em by a wide distance
lest there be wreckage of another
that plied these seas in trade or like we
to live off others hards workin's
come up to tears we hull.

By consensus of the crew
under the rules we'd voted upon
when we raised the flag of black cloth
we chose to ne'er even looks agains
lest the sirens be usin' them boats
as baits to lure us to they clutches
to drags down to Davey Jones Locker.