BOSTON BELLE
by Tim J Rhohn-Sayers
Autumn 2018
Today I was aboard the Boston Belle.
It wasn't exactly what I'd describe as hell.
- But it was definitely somewhat lacking
And the woman serving at the bar needed sacking!
You'll think, I suppose, I'm unkind.
- But I booked for relaxation and to unwind.
However, she made it stressful;
Her behaviour utterly inconducive to restful.
A challenge to get a bacon butty.
Anyone who did, seemed to be devouring incinerated putty!
Having asked at least thrice for one,
She gave so many excuses, I gave up on one ever being done.
Such was her poor service, disinterest and belligerence
That for bloody mindedness I decided to reward her ignorance
By sitting half-starved, such,
That I started to feel sea-sick just a touch.
On principle, no money for the boat's coffers
As she couldn't be bothered to serve or make offers.
This brings to an end my day on The Boston Belle.
Suffice to say, what a story I made sure to tell!
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