Met "Ale" this morning. He came to the fuel dock for water, putting it into a 55 gallon drum located forward of his mast. Don't know if he is a live aboard, but don't see how he would fit inside with his water tank. The fuel dock person said they called him "Ale" because of his liking for the brew.
While filling his tank he regaled us with his poetry. It was very listenable, and always made a point, usually political. I don't remember any except for one that was short and pithy: