A/N: Before I type this, I'm going to tell you that I wrote it 7th grade, and even though I think it's still pretty good, I understand if you do not. And I do own this, so if you want to use it (what for or why, I don't know), please give me credit! I'm not going to hunt you down and sue you, but be nice! And now, the poem.
The boat bobs and dips
On the heaving, frothy waves
Its yellow paint stands out
Against the white and blue water
While its pointed red figurehead watches for the shore
Suddenly, a whirlpool appears,
And the unlucky vessel is pulled in and whirled
Round and round and round,
But then it is saved
By a massive hand that pulls it
Up and out to safety.
A/N: Teehee! Frothy is a funny word. Could you tell I was describing a rubber duck? If you would like to see mention of another one, read chapter 3(?) of my fluff-that-is-not-fluff. Just in case it's not in that chapter, go read the whole story!
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