I'm not much of a poet but this was an English class adventure last year. I worked at a summer camp
the summer before and this is a humorous look at the time I had to clean the pond scum off of our sailboats,
which is one of the worst things I ever had to do there. I hope you like it:

I sit here all day long scrubbing a boat,
The pond scum is just not coming off no
Matter how hard I try. There is no way
I am doing this again tomorrow.
The line of boats just does not seem to be
Diminishing. I would much rather be
Moving picnic tables in the field.

It has been three days of this endless camp
Takedown. Thankfully, only two more days
Of this endless torture. I used to be
Moving the those picnic tables up until
I dropped one on my kidney, ouch! Now I'm
Stuck on boat cleaning. What ever happened
To the chemicals they said they used last
Year? Who cares that they are damaging to
The environment. Why not let them clean
This endless stockpile of sail boats.
I do not get paid enough for this work!