[Rainy Lake, July 13,2010]
Imagine I ask you
A wildebeast about to die
Buried an trapped to its back thighs,
It sits alert and inert
Deeply stuck in inescapable dirt.
Thus sits the Green Streamer in
A similar state of hurt,
Ass-end deep in sugar sand dirt.
We boys after the driver’s botch
Stay with the beached whale
We’ll stand and watch
While our girls four miles to town they hump
We sit under red pines supine on our rum,ps
Watching a loon nap away the day
While we await rescue, nothing more to say
Save sometimes smartass green frogs
On pads around the lake
All barking CHUMPS just for our sakes.