Shockin’ Those Afloat Aboard Muh Boat!

By: Teri Brosh

I have a boat

that tries to float

in spite of who I am.

It moans and groans

in awful tones

cause other boats I ram!

I've tried to learn

the naughty terms . . .

the front is called the bow,

back there's the rear.

Oh my, oh dear,

I got it wrong somehow.

I rush to grope

hold of the rope

to toss it on the dock.

I pout and whine

because the line

Falls limply on a rock.

I steer to port,

yearn to abort--

the motor now is chokin'.

My boat it sighs

and probly cries

"What have you folks been smokin'?"

I holler loud

into the crowd--

this is what my wish is,

I've been thinkin'

I don't like sinkin'

and swimmin' with the fishes.

So toss a line.

Do it in time.

Cause both my knees are knockin’

Be a buddy--

my skills are cruddy—

My boat I should be hockin’!!