A sailing special (with apologies to John Masefield)

I might have been a cruise ship that sailed the oceans blue
Filled with happy passengers, and a steadfast crew
Traveling to ports of call in distant lands
But I am in a dinghy, an inflated rubber dinghy
Propelled by a paddle in my own two hands

It might have been a tanker that traveled to refineries
Maybe not as beautiful as an ocean liner is
But vital to the keeping of our cars on the road
But I am in a dinghy, an inflated rubber dinghy
Carrying successfully a rather lighter load

It might have been a sailboat, gliding through the water
Wind blown gusts on my starboard quarter
Filling and billowing my nice white sails
But I am in a dinghy, an inflated rubber dinghy
Emptying the leakage with plastic pails

It might have been a battleship, a corvette or a cruiser
Facing up to battle to be the winner or the loser
Honing up its gunnery preparing for the worst
But I am in a dinghy, an inflated rubber dinghy
Checking the inflation lest the boat should burst