Leisure Course

It's one hundred and one 
An introduction 
A survey 
Without a shirt 
No point of comparison 
No grades will be given 
Invidious thoughts banished 
As the fruit blends 
A cool drink of hauteur 
Poured out on the grass 
Softly swinging 
Among fishing poles 
Log rolls 
Watercraft shoals 
Scampering senses 
Autodidactic 
Veblen's curse: 
The notion that there's no escape 
There may be no other way 
But there are more ways 
Blowing in the winds 
Foot partly on the ground