Up the Creek

The scene of the crime.

The spring was fast receding and the summertime drew nigh.

With promises of summer warmth and summer bright blue skies,

Our city friends cajoled us, “Come with us to Waskesiu!

“The lake and beaches all are sweet, the hikes and rambles, too.”

And so we did! Yes, everything was much as they had said,

We settled in our cabin and surveyed the cozy bed.

Then stepping to the private deck, we looked out on the lake,

Seems nothing could be so serene. We’d not made a mistake!

The following two days were spent on hiking trails and such,

And visiting and napping. (Maybe eating way too much!)  

Then Hubsy came up with a thought—Canoe! Just him and me,

A paddle swift around the lake to see what we could see.

No sooner said, then it was done, we’d grabbed the oars and stuff,

With one trip, laden, to the lake, and yes, it was enough.

Then he donned jacket, paddle too, and jumped into the boat,

Certain in his knowledge how to keep us both afloat.

I thought he brought my oar and jacket, so I’d no concern,

When I leaped (lightly) from the shore and perched upon the stern.

But as I stood there, I could see (the knowledge blew my mind),

For both my jacket and my oar, yes, they’d been left behind.

Leapt lightly once (or so I thought), and I could do it more,

I turned a bit and then pushed off. Was headed for the shore,

But had not reckoned that my push, though quicker than a wink,

Would overturn the boat and send my ‘Hon’ into the drink.

T’was fortune that the shore was close, and death was not a threat,

But I imagine he was just as mad as he could get.

I couldn’t stifle laughter as I helped to fish him out,

Though he’d been dry, poor Husby now was wetter than a trout.

But gamely he went with me and we paddled our canoe,

And partly rowed around the lake as we’d seen others do.

But fresh lake breezes, though they are as sweet as they can get,

Are not conducive to someone who sits there soaking wet.

Our trip was shortened, soon we both were back on shore. With friends,

In Technicolor we described our trip from start to end,

But now if he suggests a row to see the birds that quack,

I think that I’ll be cautious just in case he pays me back!

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought,

To try to make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So all of us together, we,

Have posted poems for you to see.

Now go and see what they have done

I'm sure it will be lots of fun!

Jenny

MotherOwl

Mimi

And now you've seen what we have brought . . .

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next topic's mine, for all you folks,
I think I'll tell a funny joke!