THE 83 FOOTER

Robert Balsdon, SC2* (WPB-83379)

It wasn't a ship, it wasn't a yacht,

the 83's were wooden boats, and that's what you got.

Spacious quarters, lots of room,

and a head as big as a tomb.

 

Storage space was more than ample,

the cooks' locker, for example.

And the sonar shack could hold a crowd,

but only midgets were allowed.

 

The Skipper’s quarters, fit for a King,

but not even a cat could you swing.

Bread storage was a delight,

as roaches marveled at the sight.

 

Not a slice was cut, goes the fable,

until the loaf was banged on the table.

At least the roaches were fast and quiet,

but the crew hated them in their diet.

 

On spacious decks, where games were played,

one felt great while being sprayed.

Rough riding in calm and gales,

The 83's still left some trails,

of honor and duty that still prevails.

 

In war and peace these boats served with pride,

so, salute crews gone, and at your side.

And here's a "Thank You" and a "Well Done" to you,

members of the Coast Guard 83 footer's crew.

 


* For you youngsters, ‘SC’ was the rating for Ship’s Cook.

 

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