Crunch time!

Crunch time!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As black fin rises
Slicing water's edge;
The target, the surfer.

Thrashing, splashing
Painting the ocean red.
.......a leg....
White teeth, razor sharp
Stained red.

On ocean's bed
Drifting, sandy shores
.......a leg.... 
              no more.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Yikes! I can hear the double notes now getting quicker and quicker in the background. What a terrible way to meet your end. Chum for sharks does not sound like fun. Nicely done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you relic, much better to ride with dolphins lol
Relic

9 Years Ago

haha, Flipper does appear more docile than Jaws. ha
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

yes good ole flipper!
SHARK!!!!!!! This reminded me of Jaws... love the play on the title... I was expecting something like: "Well, it's time to buckle down...", you know, it's crunch time!!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Did you mean cereal ?? lol FT, I hate sharks hence a surfer I am not and how I would like to!! :)
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9 Years Ago

haha, or the cereal, aye aye captain!!!

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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