SaturdayII August

Oh yes I am like a pebble which the river flows over....yes I am.

A good man
Bobbed around.
Staying afloat.
Looking for a bloody boat.

Striking out to front crawl when doggy paddle was a bore.
Where on earth was he?
Where did this bloody water start?
Swimming really was becoming a chore.

If he stopped he'd sink.
And this made him think.

Life was a great cosmic fart.
The universe's belly laugh.
A case of sink or swim.

Out he'd popped.
Thinking the water was all his.
In fact he'd be swimming 'til he dropped.

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