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January brings the snows.
Boating’s fit for esquimaux.
February’s ice and sleet
Freeze the cut and boaters’ feet.
Welcome March with wintry wind.
Boating sideways is a bind.
April brings the sweet spring
rain,
Making boating quite a pain.
Cavalcade comes round in May:
Beer at night and rain by day.
June just rains, and rivers
flood.
Towpaths turn to liquid mud.
In July there starts a drought.
Is there water? No, there’s nowt.
August brings us to Beale Park,
Every boat there since the Ark.
In September days get shorter.
Boaters drink more ale & porter.
Late October’s getting
chilly.
Wimps think boating then is silly.
Dark November’s pretty
bleak,
Stoppages occur each week.
Freezing wet December then ...
Bloody January again!
Originally written
for The Brokedown Press, the late-night spoof edition of the newsletter
at the 2005 "National" |
