|Photograph Dennis Wavel|
Registered at Cowes - you're sure of that?
Hard to conjure up images of a royal launch,
Lengths of ribbon, showers of bubbly,
More like half a can of bitter
Working boat she looks like,
Jill of all trades I guess.
Prospects jiggered by the fishing quotas,
Forced to tout for any work that's going.
Never made it for those oysters,
Two short weeks of printing money,
Creels suspended from the quay at Yarmouth,
Bound for France and warmer waters.
Missed the boat, she has, you could say.
Now some bastard's nicked her engine,
Ripped her guts out, left her mouldering,
Barely lifting with the thrust of springs.