Haw!
Rush to the brink of it all and bloop!

They who went first nod along knowing the same the same song
before it went dark and light combust, on the shore there was a shadow standing thus.

Hurry to the buoy and rippttt!

Frosty whirls consume like cream over coffee beans
when it the only the sweet crystals that remain at the bottom of the mug.

One two three and freeeee!

Now see that treasure chest folded in ivy and barnacles
*still green in stench but precious for it is now hollow and willing to be full.