Two lonely yachties standing on a pier,

With the wind whistling in their ears and the water so near.

The waves were laughing, the breeze full of tease,

But dark clouds were looming across the seas. 

"Let's sail!" said the wind with a grin so sly,

But the sky just growled as it darkened on high.

With a shrug and a sigh, they gave in to fate,

And trudged back home through the old rusty gate. 

Maybe next time, when the sky's not so moody,

Maybe next time when there's no new hull in the mold,

Maybe next time when the buoy bot GPS has a fix,

They might leave their Man Caves and set out to roam,

But not today, not tonight—perhaps not tomorrow.

Yes to Monday - DF65 1pm - Should be a go.

So home they went saying Bye, Bye for now  :(  :(  :(