Getting Brewood-y

A little poem by Chris Goldsmith, one of the guests on our first cruise (Birmingham - Chester)
(To be sung to the tune of a Teddy Bears' Picnic)

If you should travel the cut today there's something you should know
A few short miles from Autherley look out a festive show
For every boat that ever there was
Is moored at Brewood this evening because
It's Easter time and everyone wants a picnic

 
Every boater for miles around has stopped for the evening here
I'll have to leg it for half an hour if I want a pint of beer
I've found a pub with traditional ale
But it's miles away so you'll hear me wail
"Why choose tocay to moor up and have a picnic?"

 
Picnic time for boaty folk
The little boaty folk are having a lovely time today
See them with a pint and smoke
It's just because today's a holiday
I could wish them all to choke
It's got beyond a joke
They're making me curse and swear
Corinne & Neil are really unhappy the way it's turning out
Because they can't moor up anywhere!

 
Tomorrow morning we're off again with Chester our final goal
We're barely making two miles an hour, but don't have to stop for coal
And with any luck our next port of call
Will have the space to welcome us all
And won't be full of trippers who want a picnic!