A Tarnished Gem

Although the yacht Araner
Was an absolute gem
To my untrained eye,
She had been much
Abused and neglected,
And was in fact,
Falling apart at the seams.
There wasn’t even
A single lifeboat
On board the boat
Until we picked up
A local beach bum,
Who traded his
Ragged old surfboard
For a equally dilapidated,
And dreadfully
Less than seaworthy dingy.
Nonetheless,
Neither my aunt,
Nor my brother,
Nor myself
Were overly anxious
To look our gift horse
In the mouth.
Had we done so,
We might have had
Second thoughts
About the wisdom
Of our pending adventure.
Then again,
We probably would have
Sailed anyway.