Great White…(for John Zimmermans Challenge)

I swim up and down the east coast,

Looking for a meal, doesn’t have to be a roast,

Any size at all, be it short or tall,

Seawater to wash it down and to toast,

The taste of a surfer or swimmer would be the very most…

From Block Island to the Florida Keys,

I swim just below the surface; I do so with ease,

Not even a skier or boater to fall in,

I am famished, I am starving, been nibbling on my fin…

Chum from fishing boats does keep me alive,

But a human meal is what for I strive,

Oh is that a human floating on his back?

Time for me to go in for the attack…

Who would be so inconsiderate to shape a man out of plastic?

Then fill him with air and float him out to sea,

I really thought I had a good meal,

But hot air and soft plastic does my teeth no good,

I gotta tell ya, I really do believe that people for me do not feel…

Okay so I have a bit of an attitude,

So I have eaten a few humans in southern latitudes,

I mean I have to eat, how can I resist,

I really do strive to thank them,

I try to each time, express my gratitude…

So its back to swimming,

Something I do quite regularly,

My dorsal fin does break the surface,

Maybe I will find an old tire floating,

Or a few dead fish on the surface bloating…

     © ed ~ 3/9/05