Upon the foredeck he did stand,
Shouting loud and clear,
But no one took no notice,
The buoy was getting near.
“Untie those knots, I need the kite,”
He screamed with all his might,
But no one seemed to be aware,
Of his desperate plight.
“Let go the brace, pull up the pole,”
He added with more concern,
But glancing back all he saw,
Were people looking astern.
What do I have to do he thought,
To get their close attention,
What was said was quite effective,
But here I cannot mention.
And around the buoy we went,
Silent pleas for luck,
But a casual glance up at the mast,
Showed the spinnaker was not up.
A barrage of advice did come,
From every different direction,
Only to be blown away,
As we slipped further from contention.
Then three cheers as up it went,
And all before forgotten,
Followed by a collective hush,
The top was at the bottom.
Armin slumped upon the deck,
Commiserations he did got,
Next time he left the shore he thought,
Please let it be a shorter yacht.
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