wasn't a ship, it wasn't a yacht,
83's were wooden boats, and that's what you got.
quarters, lots of room,
a head as big as a tomb.
space was more than ample,
cooks' locker, for example.
the sonar shack could hold a crowd,
only midgets were allowed.
Skipper’s quarters, fit for a King,
not even a cat could you swing.
storage was a delight,
roaches marveled at the sight.
a slice was cut, goes the fable,
the loaf was banged on the table.
least the roaches were fast and quiet,
the crew hated them in their diet.
spacious decks, where games were played,
felt great while being sprayed.
riding in calm and gales,
83's still left some trails,
honor and duty that still prevails.
war and peace these boats served with pride,
salute crews gone, and at your side.
here's a "Thank You" and a "Well Done" to you,
of the Coast Guard 83 footer's crew.
* For you youngsters, ‘SC’ was the rating for Ship’s Cook.
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