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.