No Gentle Row

You start off slow, but then, before you know, you get caught up and have yourself a go. With nostrils flared, your judgment is impaired; you’re pushing harder than you’d ever dared, bewildered by how suddenly you cared. A demon-possessed monster it would seem… there is no gentle row upon this stream. You do a scenic row; it’s time to cool. Then suddenly, you’re pulling like a fool, for someone else has just now entered in, and now you’ve got a race you’re in to win, and soon you’ll have to cool down once again. A demon-possessed monster it would seem… there is no gentle row upon this stream. ————— A Sevenelle uses iambic pentameter, 7 line stanzas, two stanza minimum, with refrain: aabbbCC ddeeeCC