ode to a canoeist

with furrowed brows he works,
from carbohydrates he strays.
in his canoe he strokes,
sexy in his own ways.

"eating is for the weak"
says he in a squeal.
with his girl he is meek,
like a rat on it's wheel.

at his laptop he stares,
till his eyes are dry and red.
he may be scary when he flares,
a gep-er born and bred.


- random hero