This is another borderline.
I'm clumsy in boats
I always have been
I maintain what the boy scouts taught me
three points of contact at all times
I'm a decent swimmer
but I want to keep it a voluntary thing
The outdoor channel shows bass fishing
all the time
they have tournaments
the fishermen have fast boats
They stand on flat decks
and toss lures on weeds
it makes me nervous to watch them
I find myself clutching the arms of the couch
I change the channel quickly
I don't know why I'm writing this.
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without the "I don't know why I'm writing this" line, this poem could be an excellent more reflective piece amidst your bigger, more comedic stuff. I'd put it in the "tenative yes" pile.
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