I'm a cox'n for LSU's newly established crew. Unfortunately, we just sank our last working condition boat in our debris-ridden, 2-ft. deep lake. In commemoration of such an event, one of our rower/cox'n wrote a poem:
Long, sleek, top of the line
30 years later
Now you are mine.
Heavy, outdated, full of wood
You gave us the best that you could.
Foot stretchers made of tied-up straps
Ready to drown us all if the boat ever caps.
Riggers mismatched between this boat and another,
And who knows what happened to our rudder?
A skegless wonder that we fought to keep straight,
Brought down too soon by a rock in the lake.
Now you lay wounded, busted at the seam
A powerful engine taken of its steam.
We thank you for your service
And we wish you well
As next you put novices through living hell.
While we'll have a new boat
Lighter and faster,
We'll always be grateful
For our 30 year old Kaschper.