An Ode to P Boats
Go-fast boaters, some even call queer,
Every hull and motor, to each is dear.
Step Vís, cats and flatties abound,
All to draw the girls around.
Whackers and squirters throwing a roost,
Off-shore big boats better turn up the boost.
Hole shot, endurance, who reigns supreme?
Rivers, lakes, big water extreme.
Some talk liters of black on the back,
Others of strokers, blowers, a nitrous pack.
Some put down hours driving miles at a reach,
Others put down beers while parked on the beach.
Everyone lies about horsepower and speed,
Makes me wonder if compensation a need?
Take pause a moment, our linage is clear,
Rum runners and cig smugglers, before drugs were here.
Canít swing a 30, you better stay at home,
Or stick to the waters where roll bars roam.
Fast is fun, all will agree,
How you get there, not as easy to see.
Ribbing and poking and jokes about goats,
All part of enjoying, go fast boats.
Some common ground is found for sure,
Freedom, the water, camaraderie thatís pure.