A poet amongst us - as posted on the Staff Travel site ;
From the 9th deck of this great ship, the leadership decides to covertly reduce the rations of the sailors onboard. The sailors take wind of this, and become angry. “We labor so hard, by day and night, to make this ship move swiftly through rough seas! The ship’s rations are plenty. The forepeak is filled with supplies! Why then do you reduce our keep? We need these rations to maintain our strength in order to move this great vessel through these perilous seas!” say the sailors in a desperate plea to their masters. The leaders look down below decks at their sweaty minions, and in disgust scream, “Keep rowing! Keep rowing!”