Bought this old boat, had nothing to lose
And proudly set off on my maiden cruise.
But my mobile signal started to fail.
Shortly after I began to set sail.
Then the crying sun whispers to a cloud
And the north wind hears and howls out loud
"We'll make them wish they'd never been born"
"Let's stir things up and cause a storm"
Salt spray stings my eyes, as the wind grips my soul
So, I look for shelter beneath in the hull.
Soaked battered and bruised I hope things get better
Coz this tub was never built for stormy weather.
I knew this was a crazy thought
Now wishing I was back in port.
This beat up old boat is beginning to creek
And the storm's now almost at its peak.
Praying and hoping I'll somehow survive,
The turmoil is passing and I'm still alive.
My hand grips the tiller as I head for home.
I think, never again will I sail alone
I dreamt of captaining my own sailing craft
But with no idea how, I was just being daft.
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Purely fiction as I even get sea sick standing at the end of the pier
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Good fun write Andy. My wife also could feel sick on a pier.
Andy
Thanks, I'm not the only one then. 😄
Yep - 'daft' would be the self criticism I'd apply to myself should I venture onto the high seas in a small boat.... 'seasickness' just does not adequately describe the malady....It took only one experience, and in this instance I considered myself a fast learner...
Thanks for the poetic reminder, Andy.
Thanks Dave.😄
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