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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....