Skying An Oar

Long time ago, in lonesome youth shine In a wonder state of boykind Making paper pontoons Skying an oar, in a creek lagoon On a yummy, afternoon In swampy, draconian, water spittoon The artsy-crafty, paper tub boat I heedlessly, knacked, to float Voraciously, rocked and rolled Swiftly, into wet slimy herbage Between crying, wet, musty edges Cruising, murmuring, delicate, breezes While under perpetual, shiny, sky With a calming, breeze, high My desolate vessel going bye-bye Sailing, sailing away Like the days, that passed When once, a young spirited sass