When a barnacle comes Cayenne’s way
He’ll turn in disgust and dismay
Though he’ll try really hard
With our great Cop-r-gard
He cannot attach, come what may!

The hull was so smooth and so fair
We said, “Let’s put some copper on there!”
Though he really was keen
Now poor Brian is GREEN
From the tips of his toes to his hair

Roses are red
Viruses suck
A Dell laptop
Makes a good hockeypuck.

Upon trying to lift out the mast
Discovered that it was held fast
By some glue on the floor
Now to free it, for sure,
Would require a nuclear blast!

In a murky canal like a moat
A pair of green eyes seem to float
Now he’s fixing the skeg
‘Fraid of losing a leg
To a gator six feet from the boat

While taking a drink in the shade
Dear Brian enjoys Gatorade
But taking a swig
Found a live roach THIS BIG
Now he’s mixing his cocktails with Raid!

The magical seventy-four
Would shake the boat down to its core
But Bill’s only sixty
So it may be tricky
But it’s not a hurricane’s roar

A momentous task faces Brian and Barry
A task that is considered exciting and scary
On the nineteenth of June
‘neath a not-quite-full moon
They’ll attempt to install the auxiliary

The crew of Cayenne’s sorely needed
But she’s gimpy from something her knee did
On a boat named Freebooter
Now she sails the computer
While waiting for it to get treated