Regatta

Regatta

Where there is an assemble
of an ocean or lake
You will find a race that many
boats will part take
This competition goes back in
history almost to the days of Yore
The rivalry is quite the scene in some
of the circles of the heretofore
I grew up on a lake one of the great ones
so we are told
Every year we commoners watched as this
regatta did unfold
We see the affluent dress in red white and blue
and they all wear a captains hat
Us pedestrians sat on the grass and saw the
occasional fleeing lake rat
So as we approach Labor day with the love of
a big day off work
The elite boaters all prepare for the big regatta
all wearing a sarcastic smirk

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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One Response to Regatta

  1. Cubby says:

    Elitism is all about the sarcastic smirk! Love the poem!

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