I'm hoping for Daisy May
Where tide cuts the path away
She sits, right now
Baking in the mud
The tide falling as I type
I seen the lazy sailors
Chilling on greening tenderboat
A diffrent kind of river gypsy
On a diffrent life afloat
Im seeing her Monday 5th
At the time of 11.30 O clock
Her name means renewal
a freshness is brought to mind
(Said the bot)
Or a milk cow chewing the cud
(Replied my brain box)
A rough diamond kinda find
I'll not barter on her price
These mooring man's shoes are dead
150 squid a year for heaven
"Nothing so much fun you know?
As messing around on boats!"
I'm hoping for Daisy May
I'd like to buy that boat