Just Give Me Money

A Spontaneous Composition to those continuing their fine, frightening education.

Tides create slippery rocks.

Adventure leads to soggy socks.
Sinking mud and crunchy clams,
Foiling my clean, ambitious plans.
This Fragile bridge hostage of the tide.
Me on top, unprepared, forced to abide.

I fear a slip,
No crossing without wet.
Evaluate the peril,
Forget about the mess.

A fall is not death!
I've dried socks in the sun.
The end is nothing now,
But the crossing was fun.

*Good luck with the next year Scad friends. Get messy! I miss you all.*