A change in the wind
Billie Blister was getting depressed,
While he loved the old Atalanta, it gave him no rest.
The constant epoxy and Agba veneer,
Ruined his clothes and flavoured his beer.
He remembered a boat of a different kind,
A roomy Eastcoaster, the Golden Hind.
MG had penned her workperson-like lines,
With chines and multiple keels, like his other designs.
Billy soon embarked on a X-country trip,
And in Pembrokeshire he found her, a proper little ship.
A deal was quickly done,
And Bonnie, on the back of a lorry, to the East did run.
On a Mistley morning, it was clear for all to see,
There was work to be done, so best start with tea.
But what pleased Billy most, was all that lovely G.R.P.