I don’t really care if you think it’s any good. I like it.
I’m a piece of driftwood
I help the sand to sift
Could you please give me a lift?
Should I start causing a rift?
I’m floating past a raft
That’s boating in this draft
While he’s doting on this daft
Who I quote “had never laughed”.
I’m caught up in his net
Though it’s odd, we’ve never met
I smell like cod, I’m soaking wet
'I'm such a clod,' I thought and yet…
I see him try to smile
At this daft and vapid pile
Never knowing all the while
That I am ready to beguile.
So I float a little miffed
That he’ll never catch my drift
For I’m a nifty little gift
This piece of driftwood.