April 3rd

I think today's effort is a song...

The song of the live-a-board boater

I’ve grown a three foot beard
And mi missus has too
I’ve got accidental dreadlocks
And mi freckles are blue
(Splash back from the Elsan)
But what can we do?

CHORUS
I’m a live-a-board boater
And I certainly ain’t posh
I never change mi clothes
And I hardly ever wash

I’ve not had a bath
Since 83
If you see something jump
Well it could be a flea
Probably off mi dog
But it might be off me

CHORUS
I’m a live-a-board boater
And I certainly ain’t posh
I never change mi clothes
And I hardly ever wash

The wife’s inside
Ragging a rug
Wanna by a mushroom
I made it out of wood….To be continued!  Maybe.

To be sung to the tune of 'Mind my lurcher; he won't hurtcher' (trad)

PS  I can say all these stereotypical things because I am a live-a-board boater.  I scrub up OK for gigs though (usually with a yardbrush) should anyone wish to book me.

PPS  Would you trade soap and water for a view like this?