"An Ode to the Lake" by Pops Maelard
In your pure waters I glimpse my reflection,
Your beauty attracts people of all inflections!
I would glady give you my affection, but
How does one hug a body,
When it is a body of water? Hmm!
Oh the lightly spicéd air,
And the ripples of the paddleboats wake,
What a lovely picnic with my friends at the lake!!!