The boat Trip

 I had bought a crate of beer, my friend and I was going

 out fishing, he had a motorboat in the middle of the boat,

 a smelling thing but it brought us forward.

Only he had devious other plans, came with a girlfriend and

her friend too and I was stuck with the ugly one.

We crossed the fjord and in a bay on a small island sat

drinking till the crate was empty. He went ashore with his

girlfriend to have sex behind some bushes I sat there

and was not romantically inclined to flirt with the girl who

only a mother could love but not an eighteen- year- old.

The silence of us two on board was deep but not meaningful

I felt rancorous and she perhaps felt the same.

But I remember we were drinking Heineken and for some

reason the beer was called Berlin, I still wonder why?