40
On
Bossa Nova
, Ingrid said
‘If we kedge here we’ll stay ahead
The depth now I read sixteen feet,
Till anchor and the bottom meet’.
When out the anchor line was sent
Good job the bitter end was bent –
As backwards they were swept along,
‘Oops, sorry got the depth all wrong
I seem to have left off a nought,
It’s much, much deeper than I thought!’
The first race Wednesday was in sun
Despite the flukey winds, was fun.
As usual
Madelaine
took a flyer,
Straight to the buoy – could not sail higher.
Along the shore the others tacked,
But
Madelaine
sure had this race cracked,
And led the fleet by half a mile –
I bet Ed had a little smile!
The Countdown ROs had a frown –
A line of spinnakers bore down.
The Otter, Nordic Bear
and
Jos
,
You couldn’t squeeze a thread of floss –
Merganser, Ajax, Woodie, Nimble
–
You couldn’t part them with a thimble.
They stalled and yelled as space was fought –
The finish line was pretty fraught.
The sing-song at the King Head’s great
And lots of folk participate.
There’s no piano in the pub,
So David brought one from the Club.
Chris led a song about bad beer
Which may have got us banned, I fear!
Folkboat Week Ditty 2016
