An unscrupulous rower from Dart
Thought rowing more science than art;
Before every race
He`d stuff beans in his face
And would win with the help of a fart.

A deviant Scot from St Gorran
Would row in now`t but a sporran;
With his bits on display
Onlookers would say
He was surely not English but foreign.

 
A wannabe lass from Clovelly
Had a skiff tattooed on her belly
Her agent, adoring,
Tied up in her mooring,
Now she often appears on the telly.