ANCHORS AWAY

Julie, Cindy and Susie all dreamt of sailing upon the sea,
though living in Kansas and having never seen the ocean,
thought they knew it all from an aquarium/fish buying spree
so elated when finding that future mariner’s camp promotion.

Took Julie’s pet cat, Tiger, to defend against attacks by a shark
arrived at the beachside entrance, with swim fins and a mask,
confident they would make naval life one long easy lark
nothing would prevent them from conquering any tidal task.

Oh they were so cool when going to barnacle awareness class
didn’t even mind that lesson about how to recognize a whale,
enjoyed having lunch with those shell designs on their milk glass
and nights spent in that bedroom dingy listening to a seafarer’s tale.

Then came that special day when theory would meet the water
boldly venturing down to the shore for a ride upon the waves,
taking the feline as protection against any finned plots of slaughter
along with a toy cutlass to keep from ending up some pirates’ slaves.

Proudly boarding their official Davy Jones dream glider raft
smiling as their instructor quickly warmed up the speedboat,
promising them a towing thrill upon a briny racing draft
their hearts pounding from chance to take home a reason to gloat.

But suddenly panic and screams flooded their once smiling faces
because the swells inspired their stomachs to start doing a flip flop,
while the man driving thought it meant to rev up the engine’s paces
cranking the rpm’s until he couldn’t hear their fearful pleas to stop.

Banking at the right moment bucked their craft and sent kitty flying
ended their passion for salty fantasies, quickly retreating back home,
while they decided afterwards of land jobs they would be applying
with Tiger hiding in his litter box, still shaking from his dip in foam.