Dire Boating Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

Boating nightmare
in the middle of nowhere
beautiful countryside
for the time being
put aside
as I ride my boat
and my life try
to float.
Can I get there?
to the toilet.
Can I get
to begat
them releases
that pleases.
You see
can I run to my head
full of dread
as that I seek
before I leak
my rear is dire
that bloody chicken
raw
I'm not finger lickin'
no more.
Quickly I pull to the shore
I think there's gonna be more
of my boating nightmare
in the middle of nowhere.