The waves of that night
Were wilder than could be
There was no safe or sound place in sight
And the vessels bobbed like corks upon the sea

The churning of the maelstrom with mouth open wide
Drew me nearer with each violent surge
And still deeper sank I, struggling against the tide
To reach the side, the shore was my only urge

The hurricane winds that hit the waves made them rip
I struggled to avoid drowning as I felt the tempest’s wrath
And when my frantic hand finally got a grip
I stood up, closed the window and got out of the bath