Writing on a Ferry

Something new I do today
Never done before
Never wrote a poem before
Aboard a ferry boat

The Highlanders the boat is named
And a boat it hardly is
Why do we call it that?
A ship it is
at 700 feet

And now it is another year
Still writing on a boat
Still sitting bored and restless
Wondering what and why I wrote

This time the Blue Puttees she's called
Both names of fame and glory
Unknown to many still
Lost to age, lost to time
Remembered in this rhyme.