No Swimming

I stand on the beach, watching my friends,

There's no way I will go swimming in the ocean

It's not the people I see swimming or walking along the beach

It's not even the fact that the water is in constant motion.

There is just no way I can justify leaving dry land,

and entering what I feel would be a watery grave.

I can see the surfers hooting and having fun,

but I refuse to join them on any one wave.

You see, it's not the little fishes,

nor is it the water I am scared of,

you may think I'm crazy and insane,

What bothers me is not above.

I refuse to go swimming

in the deep deep waters of the ocean

because I worry about things that I shouldn't.

I'm told it's just a weird notion.

Once you hear it, you won't like the thought either.

You'll say to me, Why couldn't you hush, Pheobe?

But I can not stay silent on this anymore,

It has nothing to do with wearing a robe.

You may be surprised to know

I don't like swimming in the ocean,

because getting into that warm water

seems like an ordeal and major commotion

So no swimming for me

Not unless it's a pool

where I can see all around

That way when I scream shark, I don't feel like a fool

So I hope you understand when I tell you

that underneath are monsters you have yet to see

All deep and all around, ready to eat you,

well below the surface of the sea.