We've Got It Sussed!

Out in our boat,
lazily afloat,
Drifting along,
current so strong.
Gently proceeding,
and constantly feeding,
Tributaries which diverge,
and eventually merge
Together with each other,
and thus discover,
Other streams joining too,
some fairly new,
And some old and wide,
which then divide,
To form many more,
so that, therefore,
When we go afloat,
in our boat,
There's a crazy maze,
of many ways,
We can decide to travel,
and moreover unravel,
Fresh scenic routes,
which really suits,
Our sheer wanderlust.
We've got it sussed! .

poem by Ernestine Northover
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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