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I steer a steel boat on the system
Above water things look rather fine
But I know that beneath tranquil water
My boat is being ravaged by time
The hull it is slowly corroding
It’s thinner than this time last year
The anodes they look rather feeble
It’s time for more blacking I fear
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But bottom blacking is boring
From the stem to the stern and then back
I lose count of the coats that I’ve put on
It’s black upon black upon black
I awake to the sound of the mallards
Picking algae from where it has grown
On the hull just below muddy water
Where the bitumen paint has long gone (gown)
They delight in a snack nice and tasty
But their morning alarm annoys me
That weed is due for removal
Bottom blacking it just has to be
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I’ve just passed a boat partly sunken
I deduce it has water inside
And I wonder just how it has got there
Was it rainfall or slow rising tide?
Was its bottom frequently blackened?
Was the progress of rust held at bay?
Or did water and oxygen conquer
The steelwork which stood in their way?
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Hull thickness was tested just last Monday
The surveyor he charged me a bomb
He scraped off some paint for inspection
Then removed all my cash with aplomb
The charts of numerical thickness
Arrived in the post yesterday
They paint such a depressing picture
Of a hull with ‘significant’ decay
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I must get out the paint brush and roller
Spray away mud, rust, algae and slime
Then apply several coats of comastic
And just pray that I’ve done it in time
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