Phillipe helped me move the boat from the anchorage today. I've just moved onto the marina for a week to repair the engine gear stick and other odds and ends. Yesterday Phillipe rowed over with a little message in his hand from his girlfriend Helen. I'd already been hand delivered a note about a week ago that read simply, (It had been scrawled on a bit of napkin), " Ohe Captain, splice the mainbrace ye scurvy knave." This one is for you Helen . . . thanks for the little notes via Phillipe.
There once was a poet . . .
There once was a pirate called Jos
Whose parrot thought he was the boss.
When he squawled, "Walk the plank!"
Jos Replied "No way, thanks!"
Which made the bird ever so cross!
There once was a pirate named Phil
Whose parrot went down with a chill.
When Phil made him a grog
The bird said, with a nod,
"By my braces, that is better than pills!"
There once was a sailboat named Picouic
Whose captains were frightfully seasick!
But with "Yo Ho's" and rum
The battle was won,
And from then on their crossings were perfect!
There once was a pirate called Blunkett,
Whose parrot was partial to crumpet.
Melted butter and jam
Spicy sausage and ham
There was no way the captain could stop it!
There once was a parrot called Harry
Whose passion was vivid vocab'lary
With his "Gobsmack the Queen!"
or "Chirac's a sardine!"
The outcome was instant hilarity!
Etc. etc.
By a reluctant landlubber. (Helen)