Survival
Ship wrecked, what the heck!
A dessert island, deserted and
slim chances of survival.
Marooned, to be found no time
soon. being gloom will surly
seal your doom!
No time to sit upon the sandy shore
and anticipate. Life is precious get
to your feet for goodness sake!
In this scorching heat you will
surly dehydrate. Make efforts
dont sit there and self hate.
Got to investigate the island, a source of
fresh water is a must find, before you
start to hellucinate.
Make a shelter a place to hide, of the
ground from biting crabs. hidden from any
prowling big cats.
The next plans food, go hunt with a make
shift spear. Into the oceann I disappear.
Breaking the surface with a gasp, a whoop
and a hooray you caught a stingray. you’ll
have supper at last.
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