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Passenger Poetry

My Tern Took a Turn for the Worse By Flossie Pelitier August 24, 2007

My dear Captain’s Barry and Jen, I simply cannot think of when I have had such a time On a schooner so fine, And I do hope we’ll join you again.

You said we could work if we choose And cautioned against too much booze So I chose not to work Sail furling did shirk, But drank no rum on this cruise.

Climbed out of my bunk on day one And said, “Golly gee! This is fun!” So I carved out a bird, With hardly a word. And thought that I soon would be done.

Now this Cap’n, he keeps a clean ship. And my t’shirt was covered with chips. So I ran to the side Shaking chips to the tide Gave my t’shirt one generous flip!

Twas then, to my total dismay, Saw my thumb guard go blowing away. I know I was done, With carving for fun, So I got out my paints for the day.

Still eager to work on my gull, When the ship dropped her anchor, a lull. On Day two I hacked, At the head and the back, But it seems now my knife was too dull.

Now the gull looked quite like a duck Thought it seems that I still was in luck So I carved her down small Re-shaped wings, and all But then on Day three ran amok.

That day while I carved out the bill We were jibing our way through the swell We were coming about, When I snipped off her snout So I whittled her down smaller still.

Day four I was sanding her sleek, Still trying to fix up the beak. The weather snapped cold, I became bold, And to my fellow shipmates, did speak.

“I see starboard head is quite warm, cause Mary still cooks in a storm. On the wall in that head Is a bird chart, “ I said. “That shows me the shape I must form.”

“So if you have need in the night and see through the window a light Just knock once or twice And I’ll exit so nice, Cause to sleep there would not be polite.”

On day five in a 20 knot wind I thought I would try once again. In the cabin below As we rocked to and fro My little gull got very thin.

A hummingbird, I think is nice Lady bugs crossed my mind, once or twice. If there’s a chip’s in the bed Tell the next quests I said, “My bird carving turned into mice!”

This entry is from all the passengers August 19th, 6 day cruise

Nary a day goes by When the crew hasn’t done more than try To bring us to tranquil blue skies And a view of life on the ocean blue tide.

By the light of the silvery moon Barry and Jake carried a seaworthy tune.

Dove and Jessica had special talents Barry said he would try his best.

Puffins, whales, and seals, oh my! And then the next day- man did we fly!

Pat and Ron were scared of the head, The cabin, their packing, were they in over their heads? Not to fear, not to fuss – they both pulled through by a hero named Gus!

Flossie and Roger painting all we explored. Both exclaimed, “Let’s go see the fjord!”

Sandy and Fred were inspired As they found all the birds they desired. Puffins, eagles and osprey abound Which both were thrilled that they found.

Mary does wonders on her stove fueled by wood We all exclaim, “Jeepers! That was WHICKED good!”

Gertie and David are very KUHL Buzz wanting to know what we all learned in school. Gertie playing spell check by her hubby’s side “Thank you my dear,” he tells his beautiful bride.

Fifty-five years Fred and Fay have been married. Watch out below! Fay refuses to be carried! Squeek! Squeek! Squeek! We all know that’s Fay! Fred follows behind, admiring the bay.

Tom and Susan have made this trip number 19! With all the knowledge we needed to know They were a strong part of the team.

Judy and Joyce, our quiet nurses on board They left their guys safely at home While these wives go off on the Mary Day Free to explore and roam!

Earl and Carol were watchful of all passengers aboard We put on quite a show especially when moored!

David, with his Jean, was lost in Harry Potter If Jean had gone overboard, we surely would have caught her.

Walther and Beth came along to sail away. Both being judges of that sweet maple treat. They both can hoist the sails, Which was quite the mighty feat.

Dan polished the deck, oh my how it shined! The moon glistened off than oh how he pined. He inspired us all as he dove off the deck, Then Jessica said, “Oh what the heck!”

John and Jessica the honeymooners of the bunch We can only hope they come up for lunch!

Walther with his handlebar mustache and camera in hand. Elaine shouts, “Get a shot of that land!” With six rolls of film that sure beats the band Almost forty years married and happy in hand.

Dove tucked away in her little mouse hole Pigeon she was called by David or Ira Whatever name he holds! She knew when the coffee was up at seven That Bailey’s is out- oh good heaven!

Good golly miss molly Ollie and her maps! Pulling down all the flags While Dove tried to play taps Checking with the skipper as he changed all his hats On her night watch, guarding all Even Gussie the cat!

Hannah and Jennie, last but not least, One helps Mary keep us well fed The other keeps that mast All slick and greased!

Barry and Jen have shown us a WHICKED good time, We would all come again even to pull that line!

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