Browsing around today for the first time really and note the handle "Popeye". You might be interested in this little shipmodeling poem (yes, there is such a thing!) that I wrote years ago for an NRG annual meeting lecture:
The Modelist
In the evening breeze, from our seats of ease,
We holds our court in the bow.
Tho me mates think I’s daft, on art versus craft
On Applied Research I’m a “wow”!
When day is done, they has their fun
With a tot of rum in the peak.
Whilst I, if I’s able, I borrows a table
And works on me scarfs for a week.
Now I ain’t prolific and I ain’t terrific,
But I gets me little job done.
If I’m hard-pressed to finish, I has me a spinach
And carries on with me fun.
‘Cause in The End, I yam what I yam.
P. Eye