As the waves rush in and touch the sand,
I stood on a crab the size of my hand,
I tripped, I fell, I washed out to sea,
As the big waves rushed over me.
Being tossed and turned I'm feeling green,
Like I am being trapped in a giant washing machine.
The rolling waves are dragging me down,
I wish I was eating an icecream back in town.
The waves are churning the tides are turning,
I saw a boat, I tried to scream,
I woke up sunburnt, it was just a dream!
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