I saw the beautiful HMS Pickle
In Whitby Harbour,
She was so perfect but, little.
I was transfixed as I looked
at her slender lines,
I was very firmly hooked
A fan of her strength and grace,
the straight lines of her masts
the folded sails took little space
The man on her deck was
shouting to a man, standing
on the harbour edges.
I took photos of her
rigging, the ropes holding
her firm, the anchor chain.
I know I want to come and
visit her again.
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