Mikey said it was a bad idea. Higgson said it was a bad idea. Even Paul said it was a bad idea. And Paul is a moron. But still, We did it. Well...
It was, in fact, not a bad idea. It was a terrible one. We had found an old dingy. It was in the shed, Tucked away behind the tomato feed. It was a kind of faded orange.
Me and Mikey asked dad if we could have it. Dad said to ask mum. Mum said no. So we took it anyway. First, we went to Paul's house - Paul was watering the plants, And the clothesline,
And the cat. Then, (after wringing out the clothes, and the cat.) We went to the park. It was Sunday, so Higgson would be in the park. She was in her football kit,
And had done something to her hair. I thought she looked pretty. Anyway, we told her the plan - She said it was a bad one. We said we were doing it anyway, We knew she wouldn't want to be left out.
Besides, the lake was in the park. Eventually, Higgson relented, And off we went. We tramped across the pitch, Past the meadow, Through the rose garden, And across the bridge.
By the shore of the lake, (which is really a duck pond), We unfolded the raft. Paul and Mikey took turns blowing it up. Me and Higgson practised keepie-uppies and round the worlds. She was better than me.
Mikey nearly passed out, But finally, it was inflated. We all carried it onto the water, It floated! We all cheered and splashed about, And then wondered who would get in first.
It was big enough for all of us but... Mikey said it was a bad idea. Higgson said it was a bad idea. Even Paul said it was a bad idea. And Paul is a moron. So I got in. I wanted to impress Higgson,
But also, It was my boat. And it still floated! Drunk on my new admiralty, I told those cowards to push me out. I was going to visit Duck Island. So, they did.
But I did not visit Duck Island, Instead, I got halfway... And then, And only then, Although I should have noticed before, I realised, That the dingy did not,
In fact, Float. There was, In fact, A hole in it. A very small hole, But still,
I ended up, Very wet.