Archive for November 2019

By Shawn Berg

I take my mark
I hear a Bark
The further I swim the less I hear
Yet can’t wait for the next morning to near
And hear my favorite Bark

By Steve Trimborn

Swimmer Nervous start
Slowly trudging across Cane
Alligator burps

By Steve Trimborn

Aggressive carp feed
Weary Swimmers pray for peace
Out and back they go

By Steve Trimborn

Rah Rah Rah Barracuda!!!
Do what you outta;
Race thru the wattah!

By Dave Heffernan

While the swim-guzzlers take flight
A storm is approaching and jellies encroaching
On this most ominous night
The captain could not spare a verse,
A refusal defiant and terse.
His poem left unspoken, ’tis only a token,
While his beer he fondly did nurse.