Poem for Anne-Margaretha

12 November 2017


Iron Lady

from the top of her masts to the bottom of her skeg
her elegant hull takes us safely from leg to leg

she needs a stronger breeze to get her sail
white wave crests are her veil

she was built for north and south poles
in her design there are no shortfalls

22m long, 5,5 m wide
any rugged sailor would want her for a bride

genoa, jib, main and mizzen
for not liking her you need to have a damn good reason

her bathrooms are small, berths not too big
but dont worry you re in for a lifetime gig

she keeps on sailing with her fame
anne-margaretha is her name

11.11.2017 Poem for Anne-Margaretha by Davor

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