Pure Poetry

Pure Poetry From Middle Thames

Don Barnet is a lively lad but he’ll never get to Heaven

Cos whilst his boat is thirty foot he only pays for twenty seven.

And on Stuart Schafer.

If I were not upon the stage a boater I would be,

If I were not upon that stage

On CAVATINA you’d find me,

And as we gently sailed along

You might just hear this lovely song.

Its poxy this and poxy that and poxy I don’t care

I don’t mind whose boat it is, it can’t moor poxy there!