The Captain's Response

Just when you thought it was all over the captain demands a right of reply. So here you go, its the captain's response.

 

Now so close to journey’s end,

Mute, I can no longer be.

Party to blogger’s preview,
Amendments refused – though courteously.
Who would think a sardine,
Would have so much to write,
An educated comment
Upon his three month plight.
 

It seems our journey’s highlights,

Don’t exactly overlay.
Let’s say a different emphasis,
Would my action replay.
Encouragement from boaters,
To buy and live aboard.
Plans for future travel,
On canals not yet explored.

I detect a relaxation -

Now, in this little fish.
Dependent on the weather,
Propeller smooth with no rubbish.
A shot of art or culture,
A visit from some mates,
A successful boat manoeuvre,
Enjoyment does inflate.
 

But when the waters darken,

Urban sharks their trails weave.
Would  key and windlass be preferential,
Or driving my fish please?
Excursions to the weed hatch,
When more than once a day,
Are inclined to make small ‘Nemo’,
Want to swim away.

Reluctance – well it still prevails,

But hope for me is bright.
The waterways of France,
May both of us delight.
I wonder if reluctance,
Feeds on oil or brine.
For this sardine the cure must be,
A slug of good French wine.
 

And finally a thank you,

Is certainly deserved.
To leave me and Fandango,
Would have been quite absurd.
And did I hear you saying,
After a gin or two,
That three months of fond memories,
Would always be with you!!!!!