Letters To The Editor
Ahead's a head
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I was so thrilled when friends of mine
Said "Come with us the weather's fine
We'll just relax and cruise around
The scenic bays of Puget Sound"
I packed my bags and climbed aboard
Their boat, whose looks I just adored
But once my sneakers hit the deck
All things were not what I'd expect
It seems as though the boating crowd
For some strange reason, aren't allowed
To use the words I've always said
For things like kitchen, bath or bed
The "galley's" where you cook the gruel
A "state room's" where you sleep, not rule
And "head" becomes the bathroom's name
Though bottoms are its claim to fame
"Salon" is where you socialize
Not perm your hair, to my surprise
The "bilge" is in the "hold" below
But what's down there, I do not know
"Forward's" where you'll find the "bow"
When "aft", you've reached the "stern", somehow
But never could I figure, quite
Why "port" is left and "starboard's" right
I finally learned that those who sail
Consider boats to be female
They love their lines and subtle curves
And in the end what's theirs' is hers'
I think for now I just will be
On land where things make sense to me
Where decks won't roll and waves don't rush
And heads can talk instead of flush
Carol Smith
Charlestown |
