Hey it rained today
Here on Rehoboth Beach
I don't have much to say
As I laugh at each
Of the idiots on this beach
Twas not just rain
But a storm
And unlike the norm
People here claim the terrain
As would a leach.
One in particular
Was strapped...with a baby.
Above the law for sure
On bath salts maybe
Did run to the shore in agony.
Life with no umbrella
Must make one sad fella
For such measures of magnitude
To ruin the attitude
Of everyone here on Rehoboth Beach



All dem beach biddies.
Yoloswagin up in here
Gettin my swag on it cities
And all over dat pier.
Rockin dem flippy floppies
Engage slomoswag
Drunk on lemon poppies
With my gift shop bag.
Soak it up ladies
The wife beater
The shadies
Come on over here
Mmm taste that retainer
Of champions!
Can't contain her
Sweet two ton European.

Your home in White Rocks Marina you sat; always there to greet your crew before a voyage. Your red sails standing out among the rest. Silently awaiting your Skipper, our own George Hay Kain, as you rested in your slip, anxious to get underway. You wouldn’t make a sound as you patiently waited for your crew to load their gear down below. After quick yet thorough engine checks your Yanmar engine would roar to life, never failing to put a smile on your Skipper’s face. Your stern lines would come off. Your excitement would rise but you would remain still waiting to be completely free. Your bow lines would come off. You then would gracefully back out of your slip, ready for yet another adventure. Onto the Bay you’d go, wondering where you’d end up next. No matter the challenges you faced, whether in the open ocean, or in the Chesapeake Bay; you always brought your crew home safely; you always prevailed.

My personal experiences aboard never left the Chesapeake Bay, however, the Bay was all I needed. Each moment I spent on board; each trip I attended; will remain with me always: My First Voyage with our Skipper, Branson, DJ, and Sam; Chestertown; simply preparing you for the winter; Long Cruise; Hurricane Irene; Your Final Voyage.

So faithful you would be for your crew, for your Skipper; harsh conditions or not. You may not be resting in your slip in White Rocks Marina, anxious to get underway, but you will always be in the memories, and the hearts, of Skipper George Hay Kain, and the crew of Sea Scout Ship 25.

May you now sail freely across the horizon, out on the open ocean,

Kuan Yin.

Love is a chess game.
Each can succeed in being
A royal pain in the ***.
Both are hard to tame,
But both have class.
The Queen is the most important.
Without her one becomes very challenging;
The other quite impossible.
And under no circumstance should the King
Treat the Queen as a tool.
But with great precision and care.
She can be easily lost
Which can just as easily ruin the King's life.
So don't you ever dare
Take advantage of your wife.

She is perfect.
As she smiles there is a light
Around her face
Of purity and genuine satisfaction.
And her voice
Like an endless romantic novel
Creates life in luscious gardens;
In the darkest depths of civilization.
She is honesty.
He's a savage.
His brutality makes the strongest perish.
The happiest fall
At his hiss as he tears into the very souls
Of their smiles.
He grips their stomachs and twists
As they cower.
He mercilessly flails as they clutch themselves.
He is loneliness.
Without her he will always succeed.

He gazes into a mirror
Reciting the Love Song he wrote,
With far less beauty than the woman
It's for.

Each lonely minute he thinks of her
As he sings each note.
He then grabs his coat in depression
And runs to the door.

The night is cold and gloomy
As he navigates the streets.
He approaches the house he knows
And halts at a window.

Through the fog glass could he see
His maiden, head to feet
At this moment he throws
His coat to the ground, revealing no clothes.

She looks out the window in horror
Screaming; gazing at his ****** flare.
As his blood pumps his courage he sings!
Up comes her dad revealing his weapon

He kicks open her door
Blocks it off with a chair,
And each begin firing
One with a gun, one with some fun,

Down falls Peeping Tom.