wombat nee blownup Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 There are some wearing coats who have sails on their boats and there's others with engines and heaters. Who is to choose the best way to cruise when everyones willing to greet us. There are Rangers, we need 'em and "SLOW DOWN" at Reedham but they're not the pains in the **** Its the cry of "More water" and the gap's getting shorter it's the sailboat that wont let me pass! They come like an arrow leave a gap thats too narrow and glare at you like you were s* I dont wear a coat 'cos its warm on my boat and i dont have to act like a tit I know they're quite clever to handle their craft but a thankyou would not go a miss when you plough in the bank to avoid the odd crank the next 'll get a Glasgow kiss "Give way to sail" i know is the term when out on the broads for a trip but when you're on wine trying to keep a straight line it's hard not to have one more sip They tack to and fro makes it harder to know which side they want you to pass but i have to smirk when i look at the burk "Which one's got the wet ****" The rag and stick they make me sick they think they own the water Theres a knowledge they possess which i dont i guess and maybe i really oughta Its clever the way they can sit there all day and only get one hundred metre but hats off to those who sail they chose for wind is cheaper per litre Getting bored now and my finger 's hurting. Come on poets one and all lets hear your ditties (rhymes with........................ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quo vadis Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 very good Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
loribear Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 There are some wearing coats who have sails on their boats and there's others with engines and heaters. Who is to choose the best way to cruise when everyones willing to greet us. There are Rangers, we need 'em and "SLOW DOWN" at Reedham but they're not the pains in the **** Its the cry of "More water" and the gap's getting shorter it's the sailboat that wont let me pass! They come like an arrow leave a gap thats too narrow and glare at you like you were s* I dont wear a coat 'cos its warm on my boat and i dont have to act like a tit I know they're quite clever to handle their craft but a thankyou would not go a miss when you plough in the bank to avoid the odd crank the next 'll get a Glasgow kiss "Give way to sail" i know is the term when out on the broads for a trip but when you're on wine trying to keep a straight line it's hard not to have one more sip They tack to and fro makes it harder to know which side they want you to pass but i have to smirk when i look at the burk "Which one's got the wet ****" The rag and stick they make me sick they think they own the water Theres a knowledge they possess which i dont i guess and maybe i really oughta Its clever the way they can sit there all day and only get one hundred metre but hats off to those who sail they chose for wind is cheaper per litre Getting bored now and my finger 's hurting. Come on poets one and all lets hear your ditties (rhymes with........................ [/quot hi wombat here's my little bit to add to it, Even though a yacht's a pain there's no limit of speed so the law can't give em tickets whereas cruisers must heed or we all get a warning so now who are the thickets. lori Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 Wombat you mus t be bored!! ok then here,s one for you..... Sailing the boat of silver light, The moon-beauty is fast approaching me. The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs. The birds are flying beyond the horizon To an unknown land. All my hopes are flying without any destination. Slowly my life's evening sets in. the last line must strike a cord after that lot!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 6, 2011 Author Share Posted February 6, 2011 very clever mr. Trevor you naughty boy it's limmericks i'm after not poems by Sri Chimnoy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 We went sailing with our good friend, Dick, Though his boat isn’t nimble or quick, She is classy as heck, Lovely lines, great big deck, And a schooner! (Yep, more than one stick.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 6, 2011 Author Share Posted February 6, 2011 Your friend with the schooner called Dick had better come see you real quick with your heads on the table you'll have to be able to fix Leg and Chew with a stick Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 There once was a cruise ship in Hoonah Whose passengers hated canned tuna “If we wanted such fare, “We’d go over there “And sail with the folks on that schoona’!†Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 The crew here is very well fed We’re feasting on Barb’s homemade bread And the bear known as Scuppers Who joins us for suppers Says this chow surpasses Club Med Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 6, 2011 Share Posted February 6, 2011 one windy night up in reedham, a man got in trouble he wasn,t from clevedon he stepped off his boat and found he didn,t float and was resued by a bloke who wasn,t a ****** and was amused by the limmerick he wrote! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted February 7, 2011 Share Posted February 7, 2011 Very good all. Challenge: now try a haiku. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 7, 2011 Share Posted February 7, 2011 oh !! or how about a Lune!! i looked it up! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 7, 2011 Share Posted February 7, 2011 Madness relaxes. Tightly giggling, warm hairs bite. Urgency whispers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 8, 2011 Author Share Posted February 8, 2011 Quo and boat buddy Falcon got to Reedham one night on a cruise with them was Jiffy and Shannen and Malcom and others along for the booze. The Newcastle Brown took poor old Quo down when Jiffy heard a splash Quo had gone under where is he they wonder but Malcom was there in a flash. They all raced to the scene where Quo Vadis had been but no one could see him at all they felt in the water for an hour and a quarter but Bob didn't answer their call. Then under the dive deck they scruffed hold of his neck and pulled him onto the boat his phones and his fags were all wet in his rags for they were in his coat. With his mouth full of fish and wanting a pish he soon came round, but was sore he aked for a match and a pan for his catch and said i aint drinking no more. (Please read a few seconds for hour and a quarter) and to this day he hasnt had a drink till half past Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quo vadis Posted February 8, 2011 Share Posted February 8, 2011 very good Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 8, 2011 Share Posted February 8, 2011 Coughs....i wern,t there!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 8, 2011 Author Share Posted February 8, 2011 Poetic license old chum (God, bet Wordsworth or Byron or Keates never had this trouble) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 8, 2011 Share Posted February 8, 2011 Twas a windy day at st olaves one day when a man took his boat out to make some hay left and left they made there way out of the mariner they were on there way! The river Waveny was running that day out of the broads in its organized way The boat started it,s journey all was gay then all of a sudden it lost it,s way A shout went forth as in a dream The boat just stopped bloody midstream the man,s good wife let out a scream With the wind and the tide they were on the lean They reved and reved but to no avail the tide had grabbed them by the tail Down down they went gathering pace good god man you do look pale! I n the distance they could see thier worst nightmare ...it wasn,t a tree The man didn,t get time for a wee he had to deal with his canopy My hair my hair the wife did yell but the canopy was down and all was well but all of a sudden the man did yell My bowsprints hit the bridge...and you could tell Bang crash the pots and pans did go Around the cabin they kept low his rubbing strake kept them on the go , at last they came to rest ,there rope s stemming the flow. The boat was recovered ,even though it was a bit iffy, You guessed it ,it was our Jiffy right and right they did go straight into the reads wouldn,t you know Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quo vadis Posted February 8, 2011 Share Posted February 8, 2011 very good Derek Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 9, 2011 Author Share Posted February 9, 2011 You're getting the hang of it now Denzel Fallout Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 9, 2011 Author Share Posted February 9, 2011 There's a Falcon out there in need of repair with its engine all apart There's springs and nuts and fingers with cuts I wonder will it ever re start? It now lives on the table each piece with a label so Sue can remember the way that trevor can re build the engine he killed then she'll do it properly one day When it comes to re fitting in the car she'll be sitting with a shifter already to hand it's not for the motor but the head of the boater who captains a tub called Le Grand She'll sit there all night till the bloody things right cos she's due a night tied to a bank its not very funny when you've spent all your money on something thats not worth a w*^k But Sue has been clever and told her poor Trevor she cancelled his conjugal rites if that boat's not done it wont be just one but a lot of long lonely nights So trying to appease her out came the Visa and parts were ordered on line thats all i can do Trev said to his Sue now can i forego my fine She said now then chum you're under my thumb with a mind really quite cunning if that boat doesn't go by the weekend we'll know which one of us does all the running Trevor went on to sneer as he supped on his beer there's something i wanted to say you can keep the bed and the videos he said because i have turned F*^*!*G GAY Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jupes Posted February 9, 2011 Share Posted February 9, 2011 Ooooh trev Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
quo vadis Posted February 9, 2011 Share Posted February 9, 2011 Come on lets have a few more attempts from people (not rodents) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
diesel falcon Posted February 9, 2011 Share Posted February 9, 2011 Gay!!! you,ve upset half the woemen on the broads now!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wombat nee blownup Posted February 9, 2011 Author Share Posted February 9, 2011 Yes but thank goodness the other half are straight Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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