Peoples Poet
Our skipper is Mike
Now Mark is our mate,
Rodney Oh Rodney,
Sarah she's our naught nurse
Roger, he is our keenest climber
Steve
Caroline is the girl
Chris
From down under we have Greg
Matt is the man
At dinner time in the galley
And last but not least
But what about the peoples poet
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With Clipper Ventures we have all been,
Many things have we seen
A few line about all the crew I will tell,
For some it does not bode well
And we think he's all right
Fast asleep in his bunk you will find him
Be it morning noon or night.
And the girls think he is a hunk
But at the first sign of trouble
He hides in his bunk
Always ready with a story,
They are daily now
Just like Jack and Aurie
And its great until she's Mum
Because in the kitchen
She gets highly strung
He's got all the gear
But some of us are not sure
If the tall things he does fear
is the ship Psychologist
Three weeks with us
And now he is an escapologist
Who brought her thermal G-string
Every now and then
You hear it go PING!
Is our freshed faced Uni student
He's up to anything
So long as it's not prudent
An Assie
With kayak and cheese
His outlook is always posi
Whose conquered all those peeks
But God
His socks don't half reek
Jeff will be found
Hanging around with a clean plate
Second helpings bound
A man who has performed many feats
Up the mast or under the sink
Young Jim the ships company does complete
I hear you cry
Well he's done bugger all
Except be wry