Shimmering Sea Of Questions. (Funny) Poem by Poet of the River

Lost in the ocean of shimmering water.
Stuck in my tiny canoe.
The evenings continue to get hotter and hotter.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Id raise my sail to the wind,
but I haven't got one.
Id use my paddles but they've started to bend.
Id wait for help,
For someone to save me.
But I know no one will come.
And if they do they may be pirates,
How do I know the flag witch they come?
I am certainly no fool!
So you know what I'm going to do?
I'm gonna take my canoe,
and get out of the swimming pool!