I rode the seahorse
down through the canyon,
holding my breath as I went.
Bandits shot at me
their pistols were old
the barrels were rusty and bent.
I hid by the coral
the colors were bright
an octopus took off my hat,
A Grouper swam by
chewing tobacco
paused for a minute, then spat.
A shipment of gold
was waiting for me
in a trunk, over there on that ship.
On its way to the bank
is when the thing sank,
some say that it was
a loose lip.
1 comment:
Well Very Cute and Cleaver. Would make a great children's story....Great Beginning!
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