The Irene C. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Our motor yacht the Irene C.
No finer vessel puts to sea
She’s seventy feet from stem to stern
the motor yacht for which we yearn

Equipped with sails and engines two
You’d be amazed what speed she’ll do,
Her top speeds more than twenty knots
Much faster than the other yachts

With two state rooms she is equipped.
Sheer luxury the captain quipped.
Two smaller cabins for the crew
With far less space they must make do.
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Our dream boat does not as yet exist
It’s purely imaginary.
It will one day we both insist.
When we have won the lottery

Without a dream what have you got,
there’s nothing to look forward to.
We share our dream about a yacht
dreams are much better dreamt by two.
10-Oct-08

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