John Westlake wrote a poem, The Sailing Boat Pitches.
In it he compares a boat to a babe, and the Sea is as a bitch is,
a rocking tempest swinging her babe violently, side to side.
The rocking is so violent that her babe broke down and cried.
The kid's mast broke off; i hate to guess what babe-part that was.
In time, thank God, the mom calmed down; no longer did she buzz....
like a chainsaw creating havoc for her sweet tormented sea-child.
I think Mom should take sedatives.........to NEVER more be wild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah Bri! You and your never ending humor! ! ! Nicely done!