Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
The Men float
In their boats
Past creosotes¹ with totes and songs in their throats,
To the fishes
Their attention devotes,
To destinations remote
Better than any word wrote
Is the man in person taking note,
For the blues
It is a kick-ass antidote.
-Alex Landeen, Just Now On My Blog
¹I think creosote exist in Glenn Canyon.
-Alex who like Rapper Ice Cold pushes rhymes like weight.