NOW SOME REALITY, IF IT CAN BE SAID TO EXIST WITHIN MY LIFE WAY...
MY LADY I have a Lady, She belongs to me, I belong to her, Small she, yet fast, Sloop rigged, raked, Teak tiller and rudder, Shallow hulled, slim, Yet 3000 pounds of lead, Running deep keeps trim, Fiberglass, aluminum mostly, Wood, steel here and there, White and blue she, Live aboard one can, Very cramped she be, Best for cruises short, Though her legs carry far, Not a warrior ship, A graceful elegant gal she, In harm’s way never sail, Unless of course I at helm, Then of course all bets off,... Sign in to see full entry.