28 August 2012
I climb aboard 'imani '3''
The captain rushing around, as busy as a bee,
I take a seat on the prickly top,
I show my bikini from the Holister shop,
Getting ready for the great bumpy ride,
Riding, with my shades, on the top, fills me with pride,
Blue, green, clear, brown
The ocean's many colours and people who do anything but frown,
When I jump in that sea, and get on my gear,
The sea is like a 6th sense: I have no fear,
Unless, suddenly, I meet a shiny grey fin,
Gliding through the water, changing from black to tin,
I look at it from under water,
It's no giant stone, it's a fish that's about to slaughter,
Its jaws open wide and I swim away,
Taking of one of my flippers and hitting it to the bay,
I front crawl back to the 'imani'3''
We sail away, to another part of sea
Sea's • Opuss № I