The ferry shows our different tastes
Some choose to watch TV
Some prefer the restaurant
The endless cups of tea
Others head straight for the bar
Brandy, whisky, beer
Food, perhaps a bag of crisps
Who wants a head that's clear
The loners head straight for the deck
The views of sea and land
They brave the winds and weathers harsh
Prefer to be uncanned
The feel of air is just so right
And all that's wrong with planes
The vital touch beyond compare
The best food for our veins
© Rachel Fox 2005
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