He said, and I quote,
“Observe my handsome boat
and how gracefully it does float
downstream in the gutter.”
Which caused me to mutter,
“I wouldn’t gloat
nor especially note
with hand motions dramatic
and voice so emphatic
such a flimsy paper boat.”
Then I buttoned my coat
and clutched at my tote.
Then the wind, once remote,
took hold of that boat
and forced the small craft
as it spun fore and aft
right down the gutter hole.
Moral: A paper boat headed for the sewer is nothing to brag about.