SONATA WORLD SERIES 2 RACE 5

(with apologies to that Cornish bloke whose name I can’t remember)

Dappled waters gently lap palm fringed shores,

A fitful breeze soft as a choirboys cheeks teases the expectant fleet.

Three Sonatas the finest in the kingdom jostle for position awaiting the command to go.

Cheering crowds line the shore (including Peter Chrysties Dad).

A sepulchral hush and then……….they are away.

Stealthy as a fox and cunning as a stoat A piano eases into an early lead

Simply Red close behind.

Bluesbreaker where art thou?

Around the beacon that is F mark A piano Nureyev-like sets a perfect spinnaker and is away.

Simply Red, new crew aboard all keen to impress their Master follows in her wake.

Bluesbreaker where art thou?

Dolphins sport and narwhales snort their presence ignored by the fleet

The Kraken in his lair keeps watchful eye.

Blues, every sinew straining easing past Simply Alto

Piano resisting her advances

Exultant shouts drift to the shore.

Success at last

Well merited

And her reward

Denis’ chicken and sweet corn pie in abundance

It may be rubbish but you’re mad enough to read it