The sailor set off on the ship,
A huge brown one with sails.
Cold and gusty were the winds.
White-crested were the waves.

Soon, they were in the high seas,
And the blue water turned white,
White as milk with blue frothy tips,
It rocked the ship from side to side.

The sailor rushed onto the deck,
But tripped on a barnacle and fell!
A pair of eyes peered back at him,
For he was standing on a black shell

Of a giant crab with giant red claws
That snapped at him as he gaped!
He dashed from side to side to dodge,
And tried very hard to escape!

Just as he thought his end was nigh,
There formed a twister in the sea.
It pulled him up into the sky so high
That the ocean’s edges he could see.

Then suddenly, he was free falling,
And a scream rose up to his throat.
He saw the white-blue waves rising,
And nothing on which he could float.

His screams did seem a bit familiar.
I thought I’d seen him somewhere.
Wait a minute! Is that me, oh dear,
Caught in the midst of a nightmare?!

Yes, I have never been happier
To have woken up in my warm bed –
A safe and sound landlubber
With an adventurous odyssey to pen.