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Skyelark of London - Day 4 Poem



Three men and four women went to sea
In the beautiful Skyelark yacht,
They sailed where it's sunny, till the butter went runny
Then they turned and went west where it's hot.

Now Colin's in the kitchen,
though his underwear is itching
Because laundry in saltwater isn't kind,
He's cooking steak for dinner, noone's getting any thinner
Though the dolphins and the gulls don't seem to mind....

Richard's started fishing
And our hopes are rising, wishing
For a mahi or a plump tuna fillet
But the line is limply dragging and somewhere a fish is bragging
About the big blue yacht that got away.

But a new morning a new lure
And the tunas' chances now are poor
And we stand by with gaff and knife and pail
In this contest of the sea, skyelark one and tuna three
As a 10lb beauty dangles on the scale

As we helm beneath the stars,
Lining up the mast and spars,
A stately moon ascends on the horizon
A ghostly cloak beneath our bow and we're really flying now
The night sky a masterpiece to feast our eyes on.

As we sail free and fast
With a go pro on the mast
(which makes showering on the foredeck quite a trial)
From somewhere in the Pacific, 3.50 99 23 to be specific,
Adieu from Skyelark, see you in a while......

Sarah



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