To celebrate the start of the Christopher Columbus Memorial Jog/Walk/Sail
Charity Trans-Atlantic Spin, I have written the first few verses of an
epic poem about Beoga. It is a work in progress.
Beoga, Beoga, go on ya good thing ya.
Before ya go, yeah, do your yoga,
'Cause there's not much head room on Beoga.
Beoga, Beoga, oh to be og again,
Wearing only my Dubarry broga,
On the decks of Beoga.
Beoga, Beoga, fairer than Sile Seoige,
When the Trade winds blow again,
Beoga will begin to go again.
Beoga, Beoga, not much rhymes with Beoga,
If the milk runs out, try the yoghurt,
With your meusli on Beoga.
Beoga, Beoga, though not from Genoa,
She's faster than the Nina and the Pinta,
With more food than the Santa Maria.
Beoga Beoga, let the wee brown birds gather,
On the head of Henry the Navigator,
and lead him over to Florida.
I think you'll agree that downloading all 1000 verses will be a great
use of your precious satellite phone.
Hope all is well on deck.
Paul.
