He sat under a palm tree <br />serenading his lady fair <br />when a coconut dropped on his head <br />and he sat with a blank stare there. <br />She whispered sweet words of nothing, <br />but he couldn’t hear a thing <br />only somewhere in the distance <br />he head a cuckoo sing. <br />She garland him with pansies <br />and he looked a proper prat, <br />then a big bird came along <br />and deposited something on his hat <br />and as it run down on his chin <br />he thought his lady fair <br />had given a gooey kiss to him. <br />Then he opened up his eyes <br />and much to his surprise <br />he found himself in a cooking pot <br />and his lady fair was cooking him. <br />The vegetables floated on the water, <br />which was getting hotter. <br />Oh my, oh my, he shouted <br />and jumped out of the pot <br />and into the fire. <br />He legged it as fast as he could <br />smelling the smoke of his shoes on fire. <br />The natives took to hot pursuit <br />as along the sand he ran. <br />Wanting to dive in the water <br />but the dorsal fins of sharks <br />looking for a tasty bite <br />made him think twice as he flee. <br />Now he was in a pondery of which way to go <br />caught between the cooking pot and the deep blue sea. <br />Then he saw his route to escape <br />someone had left a dingy <br />up there on the beach. <br />Pushing it into the water <br />he began to paddle like mad, <br />but the dingy had a hole in it <br />and right then he wished he could fly. <br />With one hand bailing <br />and one hand rowing, <br />he struggled on. <br />If he could reach the nearby by island <br />he figured he would be safe. <br />The natives from where he came <br />lit a fire and with smoke signals <br />told their brothers that dinner <br />would soon be rowing your way.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rowing-your-way/
