Poetry
Risky B

We sailed on the Risky "B" my friend Patrick and me over the sea to Ramsey we did go The weather was fine, we had a good time but all too soon it was time to go home.

We sailed on the Risky "B" over the Irish sea heading for Morecambe Bay in an easterly blow the engine was dead, Pat keeps scratching his head so we tried the radio, but that was no go.

We sailed on the Risky "B" lost in the Irish sea Tacking and Gybing as fast as the boat would go A gun shot rang out, and Pat gave a shout as into the gun range, we did go.

We sailed on the Risky"B" alone on the Irish sea no engine no radio, and no direction to go We're wanting a tow, cause progress is slow and Linda and Lyn are so worried at home.

We sailed on the Risky "B" being towed on the Irish sea a trawler from Fleetwood has offered us a Lift home There,s plenty of spray, but its faster this way and now we know, at last we'll get home.

Anon

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