Summer 1967 Chesapeake Bay

Bob the Barber wants badly a boat

He does not fool with this thought

A boat he wants a boat he did buy

From his very good friend Joe, a very swell guy

The first Sunday out you would never believe

What happened only foolish fate could weave

We supposed to have met at Lyndhurst Marine

Karate Bernie did not show up at the scene

At Joe auntie’s pad he thought was the date

When we got there Bobby was raving mad

Time was already running late

So what’s the use of tempting fate

They put their foolish tempers aside

We all hopped into the boat with pride

Sure enough the captain had to get lost

We must find the place whatever the cost

Even on land I am sorry to say

Bobby has a habit of loosing his way

Libby and Ruthie just watching with glee

What do you expect of two hardheads at sea?

At Miller's Island we decided to stop

Bad luck there too Libby lost her Californian top

A generous policeman and a little boy

Pointed out the way to Lyndhurst’s 0h joy

After getting lost at sea only once more

We finally landed at the much yearned for shore

Now at least from worry free

Everyone agreed to water-ski

But foolish luck does not runneth smooth

After swimming the anchor we could not get loose

Courageous Bernie dives down into the mud

And brings the anchor full of sea weeds with up

To bring that Sunday to conclusion

We added yet another  confusion

Down to Corral’s Inn we went with cheer

To fill our stomachs on Maryland crabs and beer

What happened the following Sunday out

Will take another chapter to write about

You know it takes quite a little time

To fit all of it neatly into rhyme

Ruth M. Pocsai

Copyright 1967