More poetry. Boaty. -ish


Well-known member
26 Nov 2002
Royston Vasey
Gentle Spring zephyrs permitting, the boat should have gone back in today. What better way to celebrate than with a poem?

Home Thoughts, from Aboard

Oh to be in England
Now that April’s here,
And whoever boats in England
Spends a fortune, unaware
That the Swindlery, and *.*.*. (Insert marina operator acronym of your choice)
Are taking your money and laughing like Hell,
While the seagull craps on your pristine bow
In England – now!

And after April, when May follows,
Your wallet’s getting empty hollows!
I might as well chuck my money in the hedge,
As I struggle through Portland, Wight and Dover.
Than pass a marine supplier my wedge.
That’s the Yacht Club Bore – he tells each story twice over,
Lest you think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the seas look rough, with mobos' wash,
All will be calm when I have spent my dosh.
The Swindleries, the budget boater’s ruin
Will bring me to my knees some time in June!

(With apologies to Robert Browning, and Chandlers and Marina Operators everywhere).


New member
23 Jan 2002
Ålesund, Norway.
One of my favouite lines go;

"You will never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself is in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars"