Feel free to email us with feedback or questions.

 

An Ode to Shipowner's Liability

It is much to be regretted

That your goods are slightly wetted,

But our lack of liability is plain.

For our latest Bill of Lading

Which is proof against evading

Bears exceptions for sea water, rust and rain.

 

Also sweat, contamination,

Fire and all depreciation

That we've ever seen or heard of on a ship.

And our due examination

which we made at destination,

Shows your cargo much improved by the trip.

 

Furthermore the protests show

That the Master blew his nose,

And the hatches were demolished by the gale.

Oh, we'll all stick together

To prove its heavy weather

For we've got the cargo owner by the tail.

 

So reserving all defences,

Alibis and false pretences,

We suggest that your underwriter man

Is the guy that's out of luck

For we always pass the buck,

Yes we always duck the issue if we can.

 

'Tis a cause of grief sincere

And we also weep to hear

You are claiming for your cargo wet by rain.

It really is a crime

That you're wasting all your time

For our Bill of Lading clause makes it plain

That from ullage,rust or seepage,

Water, sweat or just plain leakage,

Act of God, restraint of Princes,theft or war,

Loss, damage or detention,

Lockout, strike or circumvention,

Blockade, interdict or loss between 'twixt ship or shore.

Quarantine or heavy weather,

Fog, rain or both together,

We're protected from all these and many more.

 

Thus its very plain to see

That our liability

As regards your claim is absolutely nil.

So try your underwriter,

He's a friendly sort of blighter

And he's pretty sure to grin and foot the bill.


Wind And Weather

The evening red and morning grey

Are signs of a fine day.

But the evening grey and morning red

Makes the sailor shake his head.

 

Mackerels sky and mares tails

Make the lofty ships carry low sail.

When the wind shifts against the sun

Trust it not, for back it will run.

 

When the rain comes before the wind Halyards,

sheet and braces mind.

But when the wind comes before rain,

Soon you may make sail again.


An Ode To The Stevedore

There's a gentleman down on the waterfront

With a bright and expansive smile.

He is one of the best and can handle a chest

In a truly nautical style.

 

He knows the ports of the seven seas,

But has anchored himself ashore

And taken to piracy on the side.

They call him the stevedore.

 

He's the first aboard when the vessel arrives

And the last ashore when she sails,

And he keeps a sample of all her gear

From the galley supplies to nails.

 

The amount of his bill makes the skipper feel ill

And uses language that's far from polite,

But this sort of strife is the essence of life

To this up to date pirating knight.

 

If the skipper protests well, the stevedore jests,

And invites him uptown to dine.

But between me and you by the time they are through

Its the skipper whose buying the wine.

 

He's a full fledged knight of the blarney stone

And the very best sort of a chum.

May he never be missed from the waterfront

For many a year to come.

 


A Prayer For The Stressed

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I cannot accept,

and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill today because they got on my nerves.

And also, help me to be careful of the toes I step on today,

as they may be connected to the asses I may have to kiss tomorrow.

 

Help me give 100% at work:

12% on Monday,

23% on Tuesday,

30% on Wednesday,

20% on Thursday,

and 5% on Friday.

 

And help me to remember:

When I'm having a bad day and it seems the world is trying to wind me up,

it takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 muscles to smile

and only 4 to extend my arm and smack someone in the mouth!

AMEN


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