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Bob the Boat
Bob was a little fishing boat,
Now he was rusty and old,
He travelled in the waters of Britain,
Where the sea was rough and cold.
As he sat in the water,
He bobbed right up and down,
He turned green and felt sick,
And his smile turned to a frown.
As the wind whipped up the waves,
He was blown from side to side,
As well as bobbing up and down,
He moved in and out with the tide.
Bob tried hard not to move,
Just to stay still and float,
Which was rather silly really,
As he was a travelling boat.
“I feel so ill,” Bob cried,
“I don’t want to be a boat anymore.”
He revved up his moaning engine,
And pulled himself to the shore.
He sulked on the sand for days,
And started to despair,
Everyone walked passed him,
And no one seemed to care.
However one day a man found him,
And said “I know what to do with you,”
He had Bob taken to a workshop,
And made him good as new.
He may have looked just like new,
But he wasn’t exactly the same,
For he wasn’t a boat any longer,
And never got sea sick again.
Propellers has been added,
So now he was nice and free,
For instead of bobbing up and down,
Bob could hover fast over the sea.
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