Can’t Swim Poem by Bill Simmons

What am I to do
She is to be my bride
And I am stuck on this shore
She is on the other side

“What’s a man to do
Would you just look at him
What can a man he do
If it’s true he can’t swim”

I built myself a raft
I tossed it in the sea
I must have built it well
But it left without me

I built myself another raft
And was as happy as could be
But the sharks tore my raft apart
I think they wanted me

“What’s a man to do
Would you just look at him
What can a man he do
If it’s true he can’t swim”

I built myself a bigger raft
I made it big and strong
But it sank right away
Using rocks I guess was wrong

Then I saw this postman
He showed me that he cared
But the strangest look came upon his face
When he said use that bridge there

So I did, I crossed that bridge
But I forgot to thank him
Now I hold my sweetheart
But I never learned to swim.

Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
AKA BilWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com