'' You're Liable To Be Hit By A Motion '' Poem by Bri Mar

Swimming in the sea,
I'm sure you'll agree,
Is a pastime we all adore,
Did you know its inhabitant's poo and pee,
That's why there's a smell on the shore.

Our filth we dump,
Which gives them the hump,
So they then do the same to us,
The next time you stand on a big brown lump,
Ask yourself what's all the fuss.

In order to survive,
For these species to thrive,
There's the process of procreation,
Them making love we could never deprive,
As we all adore some fornication.

We then kill the whales,
Then what that entails,
Is the oceans are turned blood red,
When they throw back the rotting entrails,
The sea smells as if it was dead.

There's our contribution,
All sorts of pollution,
Chemicals both dangerous and cruel,
Unless we work to find a solution,
Believe me chaos will rule.

The fish rot and die,
That's truth not a lie,
Which can leave a bitter taste,
Our rules on cleanliness it does defy,
You are bathing in disgusting waste.

Enjoy your dip,
Try not to let rip,
Don't pee if you feel the notion,
Don't stand too close to that passing ship,

‘' You're Liable To Be Hit By A Motion ‘'