Good morning, Skull seekers! Today Emma and I are swimming with the fishes. I'd like to say it will be an elegant display but it probably won't be as both Emma and I lack the ability to swim gracefully. She scoots around on a board while I slosh about like a dying tuna. Should be excellent! I'd just like to remind everyone that Christmas is coming very soon and you should all start panicking like me. Have a great day! xoxo Amelia
Tygers! Tygers! swimming laps,
ReplyDeleteFurry ears in bathing caps,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy graceful symmetry?
In what local hotel pools
Do you splash and break the rules?
Why the roars and wild commotion?
Do you dream of open Ocean?
And what tyger-nets, what arts?
Could trap the sinews of thy hearts?
And when thy hearts began to swim,
What giddy waves, what careless whim?
What dog paddle? What breast stroke?
On what chlorine do you choke?
What toenail paint? What pink hue
Does your tyger-claws imbue?
When mermaids cast off their veils,
And tempt lifeguards with their tails,
Do they smile their work to see?
Or do they scowl and envy thee?
Tygers! Tygers! swimming laps,
Boobs confined by tight-cinched straps,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy buoyant symmetry?
(signed) William Flake