Subscribe to RSS FeedI was painting my boat deck one wet summer day
While to my left, a portly boat owner wrestled a paint tray
I watched the old sod, wash the paint off his hand,
And then stand, straighten and twist his boat stand!
He grunted and groaned and turned the catch
The old boat stand shuddered and then came free
It seemed he wanted to paint that hard-to-reach patch
But, man, didn't he see how silly that move could be?
Why that boat could slip, turn and fall
And what's worse is his storage contract said; "no"
Do not move boat stands, it read, after the haul
And since he was told not to, at trial it'd be a blow.
That silly old sod, got away with his move
Me, I'm still painting away
But I'll say it'd behoove
To leave patches estray.
Underway and making way mainly on the Bay.
--- JKF
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