Land yacht with blister
A land yacht thought Billy-boy, could be just the thing,
The freedom of the open road, should make the old heart sing.
But such a shift from keels to wheels, was easier said than done,
For sleeping in the pick-up bed, just didn’t look like fun.
Then his sister saw a blister, that was really going cheap,
And Billy had a vision, that might let him get some sleep.
For Billy was a cleaver sort, he never wasted nought,
His iron law had always been Make Do or Do Without.
So to Rye he ran, jig saw in hand, that blister to extract,
Mounted on his pick-up truck, it makes a real impact.
If a 4WD Atalanta might be too much for some,
In all his life our Billy-boy, has never had such fun!