A lame song

Jacinda and the boatsmen
Finally arrived at the marsh of dead reeds
When out of a perpendicular alignment complex
Stepped none other than a wily toad named steve

Last night I fancied myself a leprechaun
Nude, a whale or perhaps a dracula
But in reality I was nothing of the sort
Just the ending of a fresh dream of snow and falling

Said Steve

It was a curious meeting
For none other than James
Found the fresh amphibian interesting
Rather, they found him aloof and brooding
A twentieth century painting by a man on acid

But James had seen the light
And he pointed it out to his grey capped friends
As it streaked over the water towards them
illuminating their brown coats and scintillating epaulets

The skiff arrived at precisely nine thirty pm in the dark
And it slowed as it neared our drifting conversationalists
The boatmen were still established with Steve,
And scarcely had the morning dawned on their ids
Yet James noticed and he saw the light of the approaching
Motorized
Aluminum
Plastic
Floating
Bilge Pump.
Fishhook

The soft beam of a bulb
returned the glare
And a menacing pair of glowing slits jumped back at James
Such interchange of eeire light
Jacinda shuddered