They say men go mad at sea
but it's day 15, and TinTins crew are the picture of sanity
Maybe it's Jo's fresh boat bread;
who could complain when they're so well fed?
It may be 30 degrees of heat in which we bask,
but knitting a woolly hat is Sophia's afternoon task
Bridget is blasting afternoon vibes -
better tunes across the Atlantic I challenge you to find
James is manning the fishing rod
alas, it is only seaweed he seems to prod
Rob is reading up on the effects of scurvy
but with three satsumas left, no need to be nervy
Bea is tearing through her latest book
at three times the speed that Sophia took…
613 miles to go,
enough time for my poetry skills to grow?
but it's day 15, and TinTins crew are the picture of sanity
Maybe it's Jo's fresh boat bread;
who could complain when they're so well fed?
It may be 30 degrees of heat in which we bask,
but knitting a woolly hat is Sophia's afternoon task
Bridget is blasting afternoon vibes -
better tunes across the Atlantic I challenge you to find
James is manning the fishing rod
alas, it is only seaweed he seems to prod
Rob is reading up on the effects of scurvy
but with three satsumas left, no need to be nervy
Bea is tearing through her latest book
at three times the speed that Sophia took…
613 miles to go,
enough time for my poetry skills to grow?