After completing my active-duty naval service, I joined a young, locally based, Norfolk, Virginia, company led by a brilliant entrepreneur. Our team was successful in building a large network of inland entertainment cruise vessels which was profitably sold to a large international food company in 1991. The road to that positive economic result was not an easy one and was littered with often comedic misadventures.

Our customers are a stupid lot
	Their questions cause us boredom.
"Where's the head?"  "What's to eat?"
	"Which one's Mr. Horton?"
"What's the route?"  "Who's the band?"
	"What's a coq au vin?"
"Where's our seat?"  "Which is port?"
	"When will we be in?"

Our customers are a choosy group.
	They complain almost on cue.
"The band's too loud.  The band's too soft."
	"Sing Dixie, and I'll sue!"
They all prefer a window seat,
	"... non smoking section please."
They won't sit on the open deck
	"... its snowing, and I'll freeze!"
"The beans are mush.  The beans are crisp."
	"This meat's been in a fire!"
"The coke is flat.  My beer is warm."
	"I like martinis drier!"

Our customers are a filthy bunch.
	They drop things in our toilets,
Nasty things which we retrieve
	No matter how it soils us.
They barf at will upon our floors, 
	And spill things on our decks.
Our carpet's full of gum and burns.
	They make the ship a wreck!

Choosy, nasty, stupid herd...
	They treat us so darn rough.
I thought this work would be a breeze,
	But "they" have made it tough.
If not for all our customers
	My job would be a ball!
If not for all our customers
	I'd have no job at all!