TEXAS (it's all big)
Snorkel attached to mask; he has flippers but no fin
Big boy strolls on the beach, as natives tend to grin
Always the landlubber but today just look at him
Expert looking dorkus doesn't even know how to swim
One foot in the ocean and one foot on the land
Trembling big boy, will the fish there understand?
You'd think he faced a madman, terrorizing Libyan
Instead of on the beach somewhere in the Caribbean
His wife was asleep, somewhere, sun-tanning. No! Not nude!
The natives like a tourist who wear things loud just not lewd
Would all the salt in the ocean keep this big boy afloat?
Or would this be the last poem this landlubber e'er wrote
I'm still writing I'm still writing the shark and the eel
Might have bit me a bit but I was numb and couldn't feel
For all of it was paid for, the bar and the buffet
So big boy was big all right keeping fish there at bay
I brought snapshots back to prove I kissed the mighty whale
And bit the bottom of a piranha and lived to tell the tale
But my wife already told you before I could caught her
That big boy can't get past ankle deep in the ocean water
[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 03-30-2000).]