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Now
Sanphire
Sarah’s usually quiet,
But on the Whitelink caused a riot.
She left her handbag in the bar,
But hadn’t got so very far
Before the bomb squad checked it out –
And police were searching all about!
Although an hour all waited here,
When she returned she got a cheer!
The Triangles were very scary.
Manouvres that were very hairy.
Paloma
on a buoy was stuck
Jos
could have muttered ‘Oh – No – Duck’
He’s pushed on port and grazed our side
I know this ain’t an easy ride.
We pushed her off with some alarm
‘It’s not our boat! Please don’t do harm.’
But on the next leg
Sonia
struck –
Tell me what rhymes with rotten luck.
Tom Case left
YSA
in a barn,
Where she won’t come to any harm.
He now swears by the boats of plastic,
No varnish needed – how fantastic!
But why did
Nimble
seemed to lag?
His outboard’s down – that’s quite a drag!
Today’s the special Bernard race –
Woodpecker
sailed at spanking pace.
We must do well, what can we do?
The fleet seems neatly split in two
We could have followed
Crackajack.
But once you’ve gone you can’t tack back.
We followed
Madelaine
up the shore,
Then crossed the tide and what is more –
We’re third, right next to
Riot’s
stern –
But some of us don’t really learn.
For
Woodie
went so hard aground
With sails full set, she won’t swing round.
When
Bonnie
passed us – then the fleet,
We had to then admit defeat!