A BOAT LIKE A STOAT

I

On its boat

We aim to gloat

Forgetting when we fall we’ll bloat

No matter the nature of our coat

II

There are many to note

But we, on its beauty dote

Basking in our ability to float

Until its vices make us emote

III

We then think of what advanced travellers wrote

And know in its realm none can for anything vote

But too late we have sworn to its beauty’s oat

Our tears are then left in our throats

IV

We think back and from its beauty quote

The pledge we made to all our hearts devote

And think of what it’ll connote

If we jump closing our ears like goats

V

None wants to be a stoat

Having different colours in seasonal boats

To confuse listeners who can gloat

And make us scapegoats

V

Nonetheless we jump on its boat

When our hearts positively emote

Wanting to happily gloat

Until we get to know what its vice of fall is; to in death bloat

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014