Crew member on GBR9660R Fenix
To be blinded by green and blue flashes,
Of trimarans speediest dashes,
We thought we were fast,
But when they sped past,
We broke out in envious rashes.
In Barbuda we jibed at the mark,
With such ease that it felt like a lark
With tea and scone,
We were very soon gone.
Off to Nevis and into the dark.
Belladonna and its RORC top brass,
We then proceded to pass.
They were all so upset,
That to help them forget,
Our girls wiggled their ars.