It was blowing a southerly today,
Not the best time to tow the old concrete pontoon away!
I planned to tow, but it wanted to nosedive,
Couldn\'t turn it, caught between the wind and the tide.
Managed to manoeuvre from the stern to the bow, and pull in reverse,
The weather was foul.
Got to the island, now in the leah,was able to push her, a pleasure it be.
Out in the open, the wind changed its coarse.
I had to find shelter, the mangroves, of coarse.
Wind now blowing straight into the bay, right on high tide, I shunted away,
Into the small canal, mangroves both sides,
Till she hit the mud.
Now there she resides.