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Poem Details
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| Title: | Girl in the bow of my canoe |
| Author: | Jack |
| Date Submitted: | 2/18/2012 |
| Poem: |
I want you to be the girl in the bow of my boat My boat''s a Grumman canoe, with one seat for me the other for you Please be the girl in my boat my sturdy aluminum craft... Look over my shoulder, not much of a wake, just gentle V-lines Look ahead, your hair, back, waist, arms and legs, your hands holding the paddle, my paddle, your paddle, together we glide through the water As I take in your beauty and lack of tan lines How best to describe my boat -- It''s nice But if you''re the one there''s no need to entice You know when to kneel, to straddle the keel and keep weight low to water To keep us clear from underwater hazards best seen from your post, which I may not see as I look ahead at ye: your hair, back, waist, arms and legs, your remarkable tan I''m afraid I''ve found no-one to occupy your seat Might just as well melt it all down, sixty-seven pounds of riveted sheet With the proceeds of selling my boat to a scrapyard, I''ll invest in single-malt -- now that wasn''t hard You were just a dream that I had when I was paddling solo Now I have no canoe, I''m just a middle-aged hobo Who wants a dude who tries too hard? Who gets an idea in his head that won''t go away An idea that''s as simple as one plus one Or a bicycle built for two, but even if I''m down to my last sip I would do it again and awake in the mist -- then turn to my left Who is this sharing my tent? -- This must be a dream! Now don''t be surprised if I squeeze your hindquarter and give you a kiss.... |