I sat out there in the wet,
and wished I'd never got on that jet.
Indeed that jet looked cold and cruel,
I felt like throwing up last night's gruel
I swam far away in the tide,
until a shark nearly bit off my hide.
Now I'm happy I'm alive
but I'll never go back to that place where the shark resides.
by Saskia
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