No Volvo

Been fooling around with this poem for years, finally read it.


I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.



- John Masefield

Well, I always thought it was by Jayne Mansfield


My version is;

I must go down to the garage again
Where the lonely Volvo beds
All I ask is a good stout wrench
Faith, courage and leverage.

Not as good as Johns, I suppose, but I have been down to the sea
and it didn't turn out well.

It was a lot of work
Cost a lot of money

And my Porsche got vandalized in the marina parking lot.