There was that ship in Berehvane harbour – scuttled yonks ago. But then it was afloart. Twas a handsome wooden yacht – a sailing one, no engine. It was white and mid brown.
Then my famil was on it.I spoke to fridewside. iw as not relaexd and cheeful as one should be on a cruise. I must be thinking of summer cruise work.
Then my child was missing. I was supposed to be looking atet him. where was he? I panicked. Had he gone overboard? At length I found him
I think of the summer and my nieces and newphes going to West Britain. Tis a shame my chidl cannot accompany them
maybe worry abot this new gig with I hold.