I don’t mind, I really, really don’t,
When you jump high and land on my boat.
Although, I think that it would finer
Landing on water like a liquid miner.
Landing on the boat can achify your head,
Make you woozy after the hour you’ve bled.
Of course, you could argue, that I’m at fault
For rowing my boat and deciding to halt
In the swimming pool right under the tower
From where people leap with great muscle power.
But if not here, then where would I fish?
The lake is too hot and too damp-ish,
The sea overrun by saltwater spiders,
Who, by the way, are not too keen on outsiders.
So, as you can see, this is my place.
Can you even hear me lying down on your face?
Sillynity 