The air is stagnant with the smell of the swamp,
Great gobs of dangling moss blowing in a romp.
Under stars above, I'm with my love, in a canoe.
“What,” she asks, “am I doing in this swamp in this canoe with you?”
--Ellis
(Tiki looks on, scratching her head)
Author notes
Is this love?
Written October 9th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Quote contest by abuyi.
700 points, ended November 15, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is hilarious & well deserving of the award---Well Done & congratulations!
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Making love beside a river is romance
In a swampy old canoe there's not a chance
But if you've a stretch of warmish open water
There's every chance that you can freely sport 'er!
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lol.. this contest was suppose to be anonymous.. but i know you. lol
great write my dear friend.. loved the humour
thanks for entering best of luck
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hmmm....i am with Tiki on this one, but i love canoe floats down the river as long as no white water so i maybe like this little poem here too
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Oops I sorry. I thought this was in my contest and well I'm sorry. Smoosh again.
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Picnic in a canoe
is afield for you
brilliant though the idea
reread my directions dear.
Smoosh. -
i love the concept of this piece. u did a great job
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hmm..yes,it's a strange feelig when we don't know what we're doing and why we're doing that.
Shahrzad
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great write
lol this was differnt.. but good ... and a bit humorous also thanks for the comment and on sharng your words with all of us.
Edited on Oct 10, 2:28 p.m. because ''.
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