I stood ankle deep upon the shore,
Speaking verses evermore.
Verses strong and right and true,
I spoke them proudly at the blue.
The tide came swift
For my well-sunk feet,
So I curled my tongue and toes,
And spoke my verses louder still,
Against the mighty tow.
Waves hit me high
And sunk my chest,
But further still I ****** my breast,
****** in deep and help my breath,
As water washed around my neck.
Then lashed I, water with word,
An argument, which was superb,
That Neptune himself would have been convinced,
Had water not my lungs entrenched.
The world does not trade in words;
Only fools argue with the sea,
But if you would like to try,
Come and drown with me.