Uploaded July 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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51 Ripples on the Lake
1
I was living at Lake Holiday,
And it was nineteen seventy-four,
There were about a hundred houses there,
Nestles around the lake’s twisted shore.
2
There was a dam and a lake,
A beach if you’re a member,
Privately managed,
And it was getting down in September.
3
One thing led to another,
And laying quite contently on the ground,
I had invented a pontoon sailboat,
It must have weighed a thousand pounds.
4
Made from salvaged steel drums,
With steel bars and a deck,
And a rudder made of roofing tin,
There were things I hadn’t thought out yet.
5
I drug my new ship down to the sea,
Leaving a trail across the beach,
The sailboat had no keel at all,
But at least it didn’t leak.
6
But my neighbors were not impressed,
With my inventive intuition,
Every one kept insisting that,
It violated Lake Holiday’s constitution.
7
The security guy called my boat,
A hazard and an eye sore,
And over the years, as time passed by,
I would built a few more.