Sweet Reward
I went to get a bit more done;
Did not intend to stay,
But once begun, turned to such fun,
I could not tear away.
Though some might fret at lots of sweat,
I find that I’m inure,
And though it flows whene’r I row,
I’m drawn to its allure.
When ev’ry inch is nearly drenched,
And there’s not far to go,
I’ll trade doubloons for macaroons
And bask in their sweet glow.
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