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Girl On A Narrowboat

I was walking by the canal with Duke

The stone towpath reeks of history

We passed a multi-coloured narrowboat

A homely vessel redolent of mystery

 

On board was a girl swabbing the deck

I must confess I liked the cut of her jib

She invited me down the gangway

The cabin seemed no bigger than a crib

 

She loves my dog and I love her

I've never known such a feeling

We stoke up the stove with green timber

I keep hitting my head on the ceiling

 

I was a landlubber never been afloat before

My life was too long stuck in harbour

Julie has given me sea legs

Like her I no longer visit the barber

 

I used to hate the idea of confined spaces

Drowning was something else to be feared

Now I relish Julie's economies of scale

As I cultivate my Captain Birds Eye beard

 

Its true room is at a premium

But one look at Julie's lovely face

And the galley seems enormous

My mind never had such space

 

Our long boat is much more than a home

Its a cruise ship if not a luxury liner

I sometimes feel like a Viking sailor

A three-masted schooner could'nt be finer

 

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Beryl Burton (1937-1996) ►

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Don Matthews

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 00:31

Am I to assume poet Simon
When you talk 'bout the cut of her jib
You're talking 'bout those two extremities
That project from around 'bout her rib?

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MC you're rhymless? Did the cut of her jib send you off-kilter?


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M.C. Newberry

Tue 21st Apr 2020 23:48

Welcome aboard the good ship "Grinandbearit". Up anchor!!?

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jennifer Malden

Tue 21st Apr 2020 15:04

Nice one! Liked the 'cut of her jib' and 'Captain Bird's Eye beard'.
Lighthearted but well written.

Jennifer

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