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
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?