Please send me the "formula" when you finish it... Oh, what formula...well, the one that explains to the wife why I sit in the boat in the garage and make "boat noises"... You are a man after my own heart... If I can't fish I can improve the boat with new gadgets and stuff... She thinks I am a very sick man... she may be right! Nice poem...
I was sort of going for that Northern Minnesohtah, or western Canadian (eh?) Norweigan or Danish or Swedish accent, mixed with a bit of the grumpy old man inside of me.