Creakes

Sneak down the stairs,
Don't wake the hoards.

Bones creaking
In tune with the boards.

A good day's work
The old dogs are numb.

I had avoided this day,
But it had to come.

Cob with his hernia  
And one and a half hands

Me with half a brain

Between us a man!

We got the job done

In very good time

The old girl did good.

In her bilge a little brine.

The weather was fair the tide was right,

The old fellas did it!

With no one in sight.