The "M.L."

The Yachting Monthly, October, 1919

(With apologies to Blake)

Little boat, who made thee,
Little boat, who made thee,
With thy thin and leaky decks,
And thy funny roll that checks
All attempts to eat or sleep,
At night time out upon the deep.

Little boat, who made thee,
Was it some cute Yankee boss
Built thee up of waste and dross?
Yes, I think it must have been,
And when the war is done, I ween
There'll be many weary souls
Seeking him with sticks and poles,
Guns and pistols, poison too,
Because they fought the war in you.

-C. Neville Brand