“All aboard the Cardboard Boat!” they cried.
“But, will the Cardboard boat stay afloat,
when it sets off from the shore?” I asked.
They smiled at me, as I waved them off,
then frowned as the Cardboard Boat
took on water, then took on more,
and sank within fifty feet of the nearby shore.
“They waded back, with soggy eyes,
from tears or salt I could not surmise;
“We thought the Cardboard Boat would float,
but now we have to make a note,
to tell ourselves that Cardboard is no good,
and the next boat that we make
should be made of…
… blotting paper –
‘then’ we shall have a merry caper!”