Shark Attack
When my kids were small for several years
We rented a beach house on the Gulf coast
Where sand was white and water clear
And the sunshine would feel as warm as toast
Bruce and Mary Ann always would join us there
In those days, we had the beach to ourselves
A week of fun without a single care
Fish, swim and see sand castles built by elves
Just clear water from shore to the sand bar
Then it turns a dark blue where it gets deep
This day, Bruce and I were out pretty far
Lying on air mattresses half asleep
Some people on shore were strolling the beach
We both heard them when they started to yell
They were screaming Shark! Shark! The sharks out there!
Scared us shitless, both started paddling like hell
Bruce is a tall guy, about six foot two
While at best, I would stand five foot seven
With those long arms of his, his mattress flew
Way behind, I was praying to heaven
Then worst of all thing, fell off the mattress
Legs hanging down and floundering around
I looked even more like shark bait, I guess
Scared to death, then my feet hit the ground
Waded to shore, Bruce walked over to me
He was mad and he said “we should kill them!”
Take a look over there, was do you see
The sharks were just porpoise taking a swim
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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