by Lisa Brown
One day as I was sailing,
Near the ocean in a cay
I saw a fin approaching
on a shark who looked quite gay
"Oh no, I screamed and shuddered
Whatever shall I do?
My raft is made of rubber
and my life preserver too"
The shark came ever closer
and I thought the sight horrific
until the shark politely asked,
"Can you direct me to the Pacific?"