Moored alongside the lonely quay
A yacht rest's, safe and out of sight
She floats there, settled for the night
Beyond, late sun sets over sea
Crew asleep as sound as can be
Apart from one, on watch till eight
Then off to bed, so don't be late
For six hundred hours reveille
Cooks up early, in the galley
Breakast be ready soon now mate !
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Justa_Geezer (
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I liked this write even though I do not like the ocean or any kind of boats..
This was a contest piece on allpoetry.com I have been trying different poetry formats that I never heard of...lol
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