O is for OCEAN, which is lots of water,
Often hurls at you, when it didn’t orter;
On top of oceans, one tends to feel sick,
Or, underneath them, to breathe is a trick;
Occupants of them, with teeth, like to eat
Off sticky-out bits, like hands or like feet;
Oh, what a shock, when you get to the shore
Omitting parts which you had there before!
Organised sports, there, some people may try –
Out on a yacht, with a sail up on high,
Orbiting buoys: what a silly pursu-it –
One can’t imagine why some of them do it!
Over the waves, some may stand on a plank,
Opting wave-power for motion to thank;
Others attached by some rope to a kite,
Offer a highly ridiculous sight!
Outings on paddle-skis some people choose,
Oar they might row, if their minds they might lose;
Oceanography’s stupid, I think –
Odd! Study water you can’t even drink?
© Colonialist April 2012 (WordPress/Letterdash)