Our next party is The Boat 15 on July 5^th.

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And here is some poetry:

Cargoes

Qinqireme of of Ninevah from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon, coming home for Christmas,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the tropics on the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rail, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

Smart Miyuki Maru on Midsummer’s evening

Cruising down the river before London’s eyes

With a cargo of ladyboys

Dominatrices and masters

Slaveboys, schoolgirls and Ishmael Skyes.

John Masefield

(but not the last stanza, obviously, and the bit about coming home for Christmas is a blatant piss take, before anyone points it out)