Worthing, Your Ship Has Docked.
A ship of dreams on Worthing's shore,
A crafted hull where waves implore;
Not meant to sail the deep blue line,
But bring the sea to you, divine.
With upper decks where breezes play,
And sunlight chases clouds away,
You'll watch the glittering Channel's gleam,
And taste the salt within the dream.
A steamy cup, a rich delight,
A whippy swirl in pure sunlight
Each crafted joy, a perfect key,
To set your anchored spirit free.
So leave the bustle, claim your berth,
And find the calm you seek on earth.
A voyage waits on solid ground,
Where peace and sweet delight are found.
Worthing, Your Ship Has Docked.