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The meeting will come to order
| Dominic 'the Bard' Wehner |
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There once was a boat made of putty, that made all her owners quite nutty, Although she took months, She still had some bumps, And the owners all ran out of money. There was an old boat made of glue, They called her 'Out of the Blue', She went very fast And kicked some 'OP' ass, Despite being quite far from new! There once was a boat made of 'nori', She basked in her own glory, But when picked by the crane, She cracked with the strain, And that is the end of this story. There once was a boat made of glass, The sun shone out of her .....(just can't find a word to put here!) & when the wind blew, She picked up and flew, And was n'er seen again in these parts. |
| 'Tall' Paul Shouse |
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A Captain goes down with the boat It is written, and that's all she wrote But which will be first Of six Captains who durst Get his girl to go down on the boat? We all love our boat to a man But these days she looks sad and quite wan We've sanded and scraped her She was masked with brown paper Then displaced by a catamaran But come back in a week or a few And be dazzled by Out Of The Blue You'll say there's none sweeter And none that can beat her On this side of Nishinomoo! I know of a boat with no crew But of Captains she has quite a few She has six daring skippers And a couple of nippers Who keep them supplied with cold brew Their finished boat made them so glad That a big launching party was had They sang drunken shanties And danced in their panties Then jumped into the harbor unclad They brought in a boat made of glass ...thought the locals were not in their class They said they'd pass acres Of cruisers and racers But all they could pass there was gas Our racing boat doesn't half go Two brass anchors hang off her bow If you clank them together They play 'Stormy Weather' And lightning shoots out of...... you know..... There once was a boat full of cracks Whose owners were nothing but hacks A strong west wind blew And then out of the blue The boom hit their heads with loud thwacks When the racer was ready at last The crew swore she'd fly as if gassed They made reaches and beats And were quick with the sheets But the Captain was only half fast Once a matchless old sea-going blighter Had a ciggie but no way to light 'er He pulled one from his hoard Threw the cig overboard And the boat was a cigarette lighter Our boat is the best one that's floating And her crew is the best that's in boating And she's beautiful, fast And she's tops in her class And......Come Back! Where the hell are you going??? Limericks? Please don't get me started Or you may wish that we had been parted For if you've no belly For verse cheap and smelly You'll had rather an elephant farted So I have a dilemma (Mon Dieu!) With these poems for 'Out of the Blue' Should I spend much more time Matching Domi and Sime Or make more jokes about doggy poo? |
| Sime 'The Man' Phillips |
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There once were 6 men in Japan Who came up with one hell of a plan They polished and sanded an old wreck they had landed Until she was all spick and span Those around them did often scoff That polish would not be enough They took all the flack even after a crack Thinking the others could always fuck off She eventually did shine with delight Especially after a pipe The races that ensued were often a feud But she put up a jolly good fight Out of the blue Now looking quite new Is the envy of all who purvey She is loved by her crew Though only a few For they know more than this poem can say. |
| Chris 'Grasshopper' James |
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Sanders glide and plane Dust motes fly, lines emerge Crusty bogies Monday |
| Crip 'Tanglefoot' Moorey |
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OOTB she's the boat for me, I especially like her buttocks. when we finally launch 'er she'll be a real scorcher, sweet li'l Naka-yoshi redux. |
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