The Official Magazine of the Bluewater Cruising Association

Not Much Rhymes with the May Rendezvous

Barb Peck

Hoku Pa'a
Niagara 35
June 14th, 2022

What happened this May in Harbour Montague?
Perhaps I’ll describe with a verse, maybe two,
I’m not really sure if that’s what I should do,
Because not much rhymes with the May Rendezvous.

Our club members came, with captains and crew,
Fewer than usual but more than a few,
Some were more cautious regarding that “flu”,
We heard laughs, but no coughs, at the May Rendezvous.

There was nice sunny weather – we were all surely due!
Our boats had been languishing, it was time to renew,
But that first venture out brings challenges too,
Like cantankerous outboards at the May Rendezvous.

Most could just row without further ado,
But some forgot oars – alas, it is true,
Well mum is the word so we won’t say who,
We don’t tell on friends at the May Rendezvous.

There’s a hole in the dock that two dogs fell through.
They weren’t happy campers despite their rescue,
Then a dinghy escaped in the hullabaloo,
Exciting times at the May Rendezvous!

Some of us walked and some drank their brew,
Others joined in for a knotty review.
A few of us paddled while the bald eagles flew,
There was plenty to do at the May Rendezvous.

Dinner was splendid with great food to choose,
Hawaiian leis we did wear while we ate the pupus,
By the outfits you’d judge it a tropical cruise,
And if you can’t speak French you say Rendezvooze.

To the Leavers we bid farewell and adieu,
When they told of their plans for great derring-do.
They’re headed offshore for deep waters blue,
It all happened there at the May Rendezvous.

Grass skirts they did sway in the hula dance queue,
The Commodore’s hips impressed quite a few,
He wiggled so much his back went askew,
Do you wish you were at the May Rendezvous?

We told Johnny to Leave Her, and Heaved Away too;
Regarding soused sailors, asked, “what shall we do?”
Although a bit out tune, we sang songs on cue,
Thanks for the shanties at the May Rendezvous.

Thin tropical clothes work in Honolulu,
But here we need fire to stop folks turning blue,
Plus crackers and chocolate with marshmallow glue,
Can I please have S’more at the May Rendezvous?

So come Monday morn the parties were through,
Back home to the docks, or perhaps Tuvalu!
My poem ends here, what else can I do
I can’t rhyme much with the May Rendezvous.

People in fake grass skirts and leis atttempting to Hula

Hula dancers at the May Rendezvous.

For those who were unable to attend the Rendezvous and those who would like to relive some of the highlights, a collection of photos from BCA members is now available here.  Thanks to Barb Peck and Bjarne Hansen for the photos accompanying the poem. Click on the photos for a larger view.




  1. Donna Sassaman says:

    It appears that Bill and I missed a great time at the May Rendezvous
    Oh, what to do? What to do?
    I know! We’ll join the gang at the August Rendezvous…

    Thanks, Barb, for the delightful report!

    1. Barb Peck says:

      Nicely done 🙂

  2. Rita Balaam says:

    Excellent! Looks like we missed a great rendezvous!

  3. Corinne Whelan says:

    A delightful poem- hope to make the next one…thanks!

  4. Trina says:

    Fantastic poem Barb! Loved it!!

  5. David John Mitchell says:

    Awesome article! Thank you for the mention.

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