a/n: written for fun not profit.
Flannelette...one foot in sea and one on shore.
Just when you thought it was safe...
There are hazards still
The raft on which they're clustered
Is still resolutely sinking.
The crew are quite exhausted
From their harrowing ordeal
And packed like big sardines,
As standing room persists in shrinking.
Make it back
Before disaster strikes;
With craft disintegration
And one single plank afloat.
In hindsight, as two sharks home in,
Quite thrilled to find dressed food;
If ever they repeat this trip
They'll need a bigger boat...
Flannelette moves swiftly,
(Bless her little
She swims towards the predators,
Gives crew the time to act.
They splash towards the shore,
Like drowning men with one last chance.
(That's less a casual simile,
And more an actual fact. )
See Flannelette approach,
Jaws drop as they are overwhelmed,
And smitten shark brains whirl.
One heartfelt plea from Flannelette
Is all it ever takes;
They both commit to lifetime vegan rules
To please this girl.
She turns to check
The soggy rabble
On the shore;
Each one a tad bewildered
At how quickly things went South.
She rushes to the blacksmith,
Lying still, and part-submerged;
Prepared to do her duty;
CPR (or mouth to mouth).
She cups his head
Puts her lips
Against his lips;
While somewhere, just off screen,
Her erstwhile friend is quietly seething.
Flannelette continues to inhale,
Exhale in turn,
Though all the others gathered round
Can clearly see he's breathing...