Whilst sailing alone on the South China Sea,

on a raft made of taffeta grass,

I was stirred from my book for a much clearer look

as a shark made a cursory pass.

The blue in the sky caught the glint in his eye,

an expression that bad me good day,

so I blew a kiss at the mammaline fish,

he acknowledged, and went on his way.

With not much to do I made me a brew

and lay back with my pink umbrella,

my goodness, and then, I heard an “Ahem”,

at my feet was a native-like fella.

“Have you seen my shark”, he was having a lark,

“it is true” the brown merman then said.

Well I tried not to gloat as he showed me the note

that his shark left that day on his bed

“I’m sorry Abdul but my auntie in Hull

has offered me regular work,

she is clean, she’s tidy and pays up each Friday,

whereas you’re just a regular berk”

I must have incensed as some splashing commenced,

and he skimmed off away on the brine,

just then the bold brute gave a fingered salute

as I noticed an ominous sign.

For what it is worth a fin broke the surf,

“Hello” I then thought to myself,

should I try to warn, cos if that runs to form

it’s not likely to be good for his health.

Well to my shame, and I must take the blame,

I lay back and supped up my Earl Grey;

twas fun whilst it lasted, he devoured that bastard

truly an unusual day..