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FOLKBOAT WEEK DITTY 2016
L
ast Saturday dawned a nasty grey
With howling winds, big seas and spray.
Dark clouds loomed cross a thunderous sky –
‘It’s Folkboat week’ the locals cry!
The Sunday race looked pretty slim
As half the fleet had not sailed in
So Jeremy quite bravely said
‘Let’s swap lay days and stay in bed!’
Folkdance
and
Nordic bear
, soaked through
Sailed from the East, as hard it blew.
Yo-ho
confessed – he’d run aground
On reaching Yarmouth, he had found.
Admitting something we all fear –
He’d hit the ferry hard last year!
The Cruisers had a little scare
When they saw
Svane
enter there.
‘Cos she’s a pretty wizzy boat
Who won the Taittinger, I note.
But, like a trooper Sean said ‘Right –
I promise I won’t fly the kite.’
His halyard for the jib then parted –
Which wasn’t fun as they’d just started.
The Long Solent was pretty tough
And some thought they had had enough.
On
Columbine
, we’re out of luck
I really, nearly said ‘Oh F.. iddle’.
A crashing gybe split up the boom
And we were feeling gloom and doom
Merganser didn’t get away
But
Yo-ho
got a gun that day –
But sail a buoy the wrong way round
And got protested out, they found.
