Those who can't... sail.
Night Owl
Ed Hall
Thu 7 Sep 2006 17:58
It was proposed to the crew we have a creative streak pose and poetry
competition last night and they have been beavering away fervently , all
night , and propose the following rambles for your consideration - largely
more for own amusement.
Labelled only by letter to prevent shame and bias judgment - you are
invited to vote for your favourite . votes submitted via text at the usual
rates, or obscene calls to our satellite phone charged at obscene rates. Email discouraged due to obscene download times!
POEM A
It really was the perfect day
As Team A helmed across the bay
WE were promised sunshine and bright turquoise seas
but all weve had so far are grey skies and 20 kn breeze!
Perfect Simon on the wheel
La la Sam letting out a squeel
As the owl continued going south
Songs a plenty cam from Dawns mouth
Sadly, too soon, 4 hours were up
and on deck arrived Jamie, with soup in a cup
Sensible Steve was next to arrive, and
Nigel phoned home to say he was alive
Richard checked weather and wrote hourly logs, and the crew of the owl wrote this for the blog!
POEM B
Five shades of gray are all that I see
from nearly-black to off-white
and every shade of gray in-between.
POEM C
A boat crewed by nobbers, if ever I saw
It shouldnt be a allowed ther should be a law
To prevent such a shower from putting to sea
How could it happen, how could it be
They sing songs in the cockpit, they play I spy too
They mess up the place so its looks like a loo
They gaggle and giggle as they whoop on the waves
Both Nelson and Jellico would turn in their graves
La La and Dipstick make us quite glad
Steve suffers from windshifts and Jamies a lad
Nigel observes all with parental look
In the galley Dawns convinces that shes a great cook
Alas dear neptune I will do my best
With this motley bunch with whom I am blessed.
POEM D
That phosperous glow, that planktonite flow.
Like a precious rock carved fathoms below the surface.
It lies untouched , unseen.
Awoken only by the chisel of a carbon beat
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes
If even just for a second.
POEM E
There once was a skipper called Ed
The sun clearly gone to his head
He jumped off in Brest
Coz he knew it was best
to leave the Owlers in bed.
POEM F
There's nothing so bold as to go somewhere in your mind you haven't been before
There's nothing so bold to seek thrills, fears and face them.
And there's nothing so bold as to say " I did that, and tried "
When others haven't.
Yet others can't.
Because that place in your head is somewhere only you can go.
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The winner will receive a bottle of bubbly. Probably shampoo judging by the smell of the bunks.
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OWL
xxx