Friday, March 23, 2007

Stephanie-story

Once upon a time there was a family that had been out at sea for a whole two months. The family consisted of a mother, a step-father, two older and bratty sisters, and one younger and extremely sweet and angelic sister. Yep thats me!!
Well as you might have guessed this is about my family and what happened on the night of January 5th, as we sailed back into our hometown of Puerto Vallarta. It was about 8 in the evening, everything was cast in the dark shadow of night. The water was calm and and looked like a flat blanket of glass. As we neared the harbor, the smell of salt was quickly overpowered by the scent of seagull droppings. When we were passing by the jetty my dad asked my older sister Kourtney, who was 16 at the time, to go outside and look for the buoy. She quickly fixed her hair and said," A boy?" After correcting her mistake, she promptly went to the bow and kept her eyes peeled.
Five minutes later we hadn't heard from her and we concluded that the crashing of the waves against the rocks was drowning out her voice. So my mom and my sister, Lauren went out to look as well. Two seconds later Lauren ran back and there was a light of humor/fear in her eyes. It looked as if she could burst out in laughter or tears at any moment. In an out of breath voice she yelled," DADDY KOURTNEY IS FALLING OFF THE BOAT!!" He quickly told me to grab the wheel and to keep the compass between 260 and 270 degrees.
I was so excited to finally be able to steer, since the rule in our famil is that when you reach the age of 10 you can finally steer the boat and take shifts. I figured this was my moment to shine in front of Lauren, because she had recently turned that age and I was only 7. Well in my excitement and dreaming of my glory, I somehow manged to turn the boat completely around.
While all this was taking place at the bow of the boat there were even bigger problems. Somehow Kourtney had managed to slip and was hanging from the metal bars on the boat. She was halfway out of the water and her legs were submerged in the icy dark abiss. The main problem was convincing her to let go and grab our dad's hand. After what seemed like an hour but was really only 5 minutes she was brave enough to let go and was pulled up on to the deck. Of course she was histerically crying and in frantically trying to comfort her, everyone forgot about me.
I was of course freaking out, because I didn't know what to do, but rather than yell for help I proceded to steer the boat into what I thought was the right direction. In reality we were just going around in circles. Everyone finally made it back to the cockpit and while my mom praised me for being so grownup and not panicking, my dad took the wheel (a little too roughly I thought) and began to sail the boat back into the bay. When we finally anchored and were all safe and sound we began to recount the events of the night, and we concluded two important things. One, that Kourtney was in desperate need of a boyfriend, and two that I would never be allowed to steer again.

Gaston's New Story

My story begins with a hilarious joke that I played on this girl in my class named, Mary. Put simply Mary is an overachieving teacher’s pet. At the time of the joke I thought that she pretty much deserved it. This joke that I speak of was that the night before Mary and I had to give a presentation in front of our Engineering class I sent her an email that said I was not coming to school the next day. She of course freaked out but, none the less she stayed up all that night preparing for the presentation she thought she was going to present solo. I of course came in the next and got a good laugh out of the whole thing. She and a few others did not find my little joke as funny as I and many others did. Although this may seem like the ending of my story it is not. My story is about what happened after my misdeed, in fact you may just view these as the consequences of my actions, as I do, or just see them as bad luck.

This first of the consequences happened shortly after the actual joke was played. On a long weekend I went with one of my best friends to the annual Thunderboat Regatta at the bay. The Thunderboat Regatta is basically like NASCAR in the sense that it’s high speed racing and attracts a lot of country folk. The thing that’s different is that cars aren’t what are being raced, instead hydroplanes are raced on the water. It’s all very exciting watching the boats travel at high speeds then suddenly seeing one of them flip and burn. While at this event I broke my hand while playing a game of “two hand touch” football with my friends and some good ol’ country boys who know them. Now when I say “two hand touch” I mean that that particular rule only applied to the smaller kids. The bigger kids had to be tackled. Unfortunately for me I was a big kid. Some of the kids we were playing with were much bigger then I am. Whenever I got the ball I usually went out of bounds. The last pass of the game I caught the ball in the middle of the field, and in the middle of all the bigger kids on the other team. Suffice it to say that I ended up at the bottom of a lot of bigger guys. That’s how I broke my hand. I was in my cast for a couple of months. On this cast Mary wrote “Karma”.

The next of unfortunate thing to happen to me was that my laptop completely died on me. The fact that my laptop broke didn’t really matter to me at the time. I eventually got it fixed and didn’t lose any data. It’s the fact that my laptop broke after I was already more then halfway editing my group’s music video for our Math Core Intensive class. That weekend I had to recapture all the video on a desktop at home and redo all the editing. It took me many hours that weekend to redo all the work. I got the music video done on time for class the following Monday.

You’d think that after a computer gets fixed it would stay fixed. Unfortunately for me this was not the case. While I was finishing up the last half of an essay about the Roaring Twenties my laptop again died. This situation was a lot worse then when it last broke. This is because when it first broke I had a weekend to redo my work. When it broke the second time I was in the middle of finishing an essay that was due the next day and I still had to edit another essay that was also due the next day. I stayed up late that night rewriting my essay about the Roaring Twenties and I was fortunate enough to find an up to date version of my other essay on my email account.

The most recent things to happen to me were both technology related, of course. On Spring Break I was looking to spending some good quality time at home not doing anything. The category of not doing anything includes playing video games on my Xbox 360. Unfortunately, my 360 began encountering a hardware failure during the first week of Spring Break. So video games were out the door for me as was time on my laptop because it was still being repaired from the last time it broke. I got my laptop the second week of Spring Break and I have yet to send in my 360 for repairs. The last unfortunate thing to happen to me happened at school. The second day back from Spring Break I walked into class and I accidentally bumped my leg against the corner of a table. When I took my cell phone out of my pocket to check the time I noticed something weird indeed. The screen was stark white with a black crack going across its length. I had broken the screen of my cell phone when I bumped into that table. Fortunately for me the phone still received and could make calls. I got a new phone the same day for free because the phone was still under its warranty.

Now in the beginning when I broke my hand I treated it as nothing more then just the consequences of playing a game of tackle football with bigger rougher people. When my laptop broke the second time I still thought it was nothing more then some bad luck. Then I wrote a mean short story about the joke I played and read it in front of the class. Mary with her emotional fragility that plagues all women did not respond well to my story. After that my laptop broke again along with my 360 and my cell phone. Now I am starting to think that maybe just maybe I’m getting my just desserts. That those events were my bad Karma coming to get me. It could also just be my paranoid self thinking that there’s something bigger out there trying to get me. Those events could and probably are just a bit of bad luck and it’s a coincidence that it happened after I pulled that stupid and immature prank on Mary. Feel free to think whatever you want but just remember this: Don’t play a joke on a person with voodoo dolls, especially when that person doesn’t have a sense of humor.

Estefanie - story

One summer, my family an I traveled with another family to the Philippines. On our way to the Philippines we had a six-hour lay over in Korea. I couldn't hear very well getting off the plane because of the altitude of our flight, and I was trying desperately to "pop my ears." The daughter from the other family, who happened to be my best friend, suggested that I plug my nose and blow.

I ended up blowing so hard that I popped a vein I think and started bleeding. Panicked, I darted towards the bathroom. A Korean lady was standing right outside the doorway of a bathroom so I darted in right past her, probably almost knocking her over but suprising her for sure.

When I was in the bathroom, I turned to my right and saw a long row of urinals. I then thought to myself Why does Korea have urinals in the ladies' room? Seeing no paper towels, I turned to my left. Instead of paper towels, I found a Korean man zipping up his pants (he was probably the husband of the lady standing right outside). At this point, I was panicking like crazy. When I saw the Korean man I yell "OH CRAP! WRONG BATHROOM!" and dart outside into the bathroom next door.

To my relief I saw a bunch of Korean ladies exiting and entering stalls or washing their hands. I then grab a paper towel and plug my nose waiting for it to stop bleeding. Within a few minutes, my best friend comes stumbling in laughing like crazy. I too begin laughing. The rest of the crowd, however, were not pleased.

Trenten R. - Short Story

He lived a life of solitude. Everyday was remotely similar. At a 8:55 he would open a soda, a diet rootbeer to be exact. His new white shirt exclaimed how he was felt to the world. His hair combed and his pants ripped were his style. After school he would play a single game of bloody knuckles and drive home just missing the traffic. His car didnt say much about him, except for his passion for the road. But soon everything would change, the ride home was different, everything was different about that day, his hair, his clothes, his soda. It's as if he had seen the future. As he looked back to see the oncoming traffic, he caught a glimpse of what was in the back seat. It was Albert Pujols. It was his idol, but he was dead. Lying across the back seat holding the empty soda cans in the back. He then realized that he had killed him, knowing this he cut his own life short.

madeleine - story

There was once a man I knew who used to beg for money on the corner of 5th and Broadway. He had an old guitar that he got from an old pawn shop that no one was really sure how old it was or even where it came from. If you asked the man, he probably wouldn't know either. But as much as he played his guitar people payed no attention to him, but his existence was a meek one so he silently sang the words to himself while playing his beloved guitar.
About a few years ago another beggar man came and started to ask for money across the street from the beggar guitarist. But unlike most beggars in the area, he had a set of bongo drums that he loved to play. He liked to keep the origin of his drums a secret, telling curious passerby that he attained them in a tragic adventure while in Africa, but he really found them one night in an abandoned alleyway. He played so well, but like the guitarist beggar but not very many people paid attention to him so he played to himself and sang the words quietly to himself.
These two beggars were so good that many people who would give them money couldn't decide between them, and so for a long time neither one got any money. One crisp autumn morning the guitarist beggar woke up to find the drummer next to him, playing. Except for an initial shock of surprise, the man felt nothing, and started playing his guitar. The beggars were so good together that pretty soon people started giving them lots of money to play. Pretty soon other beggar-musicians joined them, and one day a big record company executive stopped in front of the band and liked what he heard. He immediately signed them, and now they tour the world known as CobraStarship.

Eddy - Story

A guitar has been born, added to the ranks of countless others in the world. Shaped and molded from the finest of lumber, plastic, and metal. Perfect curves on the body, a lean, straight neck, and frets that shined like stars. Never has there been a guitar quite so exquisite. Commissioned by a great musician who's name is lost in history, this guitar was destined for many incredible things, to be played by many skillful hands, to see many sights, to travel many lands. This is its story.

As the guitar felt the first few strokes of its glowing new strings, it knew it was alive. As it began to hear the sound from these same strings, it knew it had just entered an entirely new world. The guitar breathed in the fresh sounds around it as if they were its life-force.

Suddenly, it felt the old soft hands that belonged to its creator and craftor. They felt strangely familiar yet somehow very new. The old man was about to play the guitar for the first time. The guitar did not know exactly what this meant but it could tell instinctively that it was true. Out of reflex, the bright new instrument straightened its neck, tightended its strings, and stretched its shoulders. After the longest moment the guitar would ever experience, the most incredible sensational euphoria came over it. There was no explaining it. It was simply pure joy. Then, slowly, the guitar heard it; the most beautiful sound it would ever hear. It was its first song. It could feel the tips of the old man's fingers runing along the strings on its neck, tapping the notes into the air. The picking of the strings was like the quick beating of a heart. The music flowing from the old man and the guitar was inexplicably awe-inspiring. No more beautiful a song has ever been played.

It was a song of beauty. It sounded with soft, flowing tones. It was Black Bird.

Then it all came to a stop. The feeling, the sounds, the sensations. The song was over. It was all over. So quickly, the guitar thought. It was over so fast. It wanted more. Like an addict, the guitar was hooked. It was official. Music was now its life. Its destiny. Fate had unfolded before it in mere moments, without even the slightest awareness from the brilliant device of sound. There was much ahead.

The old man put the guitar down on a standing rack nearby. It watched as he walked away, slow and bent, all the way to the door on the far side of the room. The light clicked off and it was night. The guitar sat in silence. All it could think was Is it tomorrow yet?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

alma's song

And if the world could look like it used to, I would give a penny for every house owner
And if could safe all the extinct animals of the world, I would take back every word I said
But knowing that this world is full of mysteries, it is up to me to be the explorer
And create a world of my own
Where the bombs don’t explode,
Where the polar bears can still leave on their own,
Where saying “I love you” is not a waste of a three letter word,

Lets take all the flowers and put them in front of the guns,
Lets put all the hearts that were broken in front of the t.v.,
So we can see reality t.v.

But reality is different then what we think,
But maybe one day I love you will be a universal language on its own,
And maybe one day we will hold hands with that individual that you use to be.
But today, I just live a nother day.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Colton's Song

Song Lyrics

Standing up here on this hill

Watching the world as it might,

Change,

Not like it hasn’t happened before,

Extraordinary comes to touch the bounds of reason.

What will they say when things are different?

But maybe we won’t be the ones to understand,

Then we will see that life just isn’t a game,

Working for the things we hid away from.

For this day I cannot wait,

A chance for everyone to be the same,

A chance for our world to move past,

Past this war and aggression.


Then we will be able to advance,

In the way of life and understanding.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Dario's Song

How hard is it to write a song?
That writer's block
Makes you wanna rock
How hard is it to write a song?

How hard is it to write a song?
Your mind stops
Can't think of anything
How hard is it to write a song?

How hard is it to write a song?
It isn't easy
To get that pen on paper
How hard is it to write a song?

Batman Begins

I’m lost in a sea of sorbet, swimming like a nun.

Lost my grandma in the candy store, she locked the door and ran away, to this day.
What do you what me to say.

Willy Wonka is a joke, my grandma left me to me up with that stupid hoax.

Hillary Duff is always there for me,
Megan’s song isn’t insulting.

Inauguration is my situation, I know a man who made the emancipation proclamation.

Billy Bob Thornton (x3)

(Repeat)

Tylers Song

One warm day in Mexico
My heart was filled with glee,
as i drove by a small taco stand
a mere shack alone by the sea.

I went and got un burrito
and held it in my hands,
one tear came to my eye,
it was the most bonito burrito in all the land.

Right before i take a bit
my burrito is snatched and gone,
I didn't get to say "good bye"
Not even a "so long".

Dark figures stood before,
wearing large hats in the hot hot sun,
a man with a mustache stepped foward
and said he wanted to have a little fun

"if i you want your burrito back,
you have to beat me in a game,
but if you lose amigo
ill put you and your burrito to shame"

Adriana/Song

A is for athletic
D is for delightful
R is for rambunctious
I is for intelligent
A is for arab
N is for nicaraguan
A is for awesome express!

Adriana! Adriana! Adriana!

Conrad-Song

The people have all gone home,
The lights have turned off and the night is getting old.

The kings of the times,
Silenced with every note.
People need to realize, times are not afloat.

The night grows darker...
It becomes harder and harder to see...
It’s hard to tell you from me.

Nations fight…
Secrets are withheld.
The fight for justice begins…
With the signal from hell.

Oh I see it now, it all came true.
Dear my lord, it finally came through.
Morning arrives and I see it well.
Get out, get out, this isn’t hell.

Chris' Song

I'm talking about hoes, bling, and me being the king
Is this hop hop
Every poor man's dream?
What do they have to look up to
when there is no dad
Some thug named fifty with his G-unit business plan
Propagating hate like the Ku Klux Klan

It's invisible, just like the air we breathe
But visible, like lungs that catch the disease
You might not see that you're in it
But test yourself, it's free
Living with a virus, tied to the fate of HIV

We live in San Diego
How ghetto can it be?
Say you're financially struggling
But come with the newest brands
Back in the day it was Adidas
Now it's all about the Vans

Go back to your roots
See the foundation of this legacy
You're destroying it by being the child of this corporate enemy
Open your eyes and remove the veil
Respect the thug life. But make sure you never hail
Quickly change
Before your thoughts become forever after
Quickly change
Before hip pop becomes your master

Megan - Song

Another spoof pop love song for you all...



I hear the clock ticking
A second has passed
It’s like I can’t remember anything
This moment goes so fast

When the brain just isn’t working
And my body’s losing steam
I know the feeling very well
From living life to living dreams

And now the telephone rings
And my heart skips a beat
It’s like you know just what I’m thinking
You know just what I need, oh

Now you see
This is new for me
I don’t know what I’m saying, what I’m supposed to be.
Listen as I sing to you, I want you to see.
And I wonder, I wonder what is this I feel?
Is it love? Is it real?
Is it you and me?

A shy hello and then
We begin to unfold
Telling things so personal
And never once getting cold

I feel the words stream out
Just like a serenade
A moment close and personal
I hope this memory won’t fade

Listen to my heart sing,
I can’t believe how loud
You know, I’ve never felt this before
I’m floating on a cloud, oh

This is al new for me
I don’t know what I’m saying, what I’m supposed to be.
Listen as I sing to you, I want you to see
And I wonder, I wonder what is this I feel?
Is it love? Is it real?
Is it you and…

I wonder, I wonder,
This is all new for me.
I don’t know what I’m saying, what I’m supposed to be.
Listen as I sing to you, I want you to see
This is you and me oh
Now I know…
This is you and me.

stephanie-song

Was it Meant to Be?
I met this boy just yesterday
On just an ordinary day
He caught my eye and flashed his smile
The shock it gave me lasted awhile
He took my hand and off we went
Talking and laughing the hours spent
I got to know him; his secrets told
My time with him would never get old
(chorus)
Was it meant to be?
Were you meant for me?
If I gave you it all?
would you let me fall?
My heart, my soul, my trust my goals
They're there for you
Cause I only trust you
This may sounnd corny to you
But baby I promise what I say is true
The walls are coming down
My guard is dissapearing
So please don't let me down

Wes -> song

This is my song, High Tech Hell. there are one or two curse words. The third stanza refers to internship. This wasn't meant to be a serious song, just kind of a joke. so, yah, enjoy.

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I’m taking honors classes,
With a snobby bunch of asses.
Working till eleven, I never get to sleep
A minute past seven.

My teachers are insane,
They’re fillin’ up my brain,
With so much stupid junk,
That think I’m gonna flunk.

I work in the morning,
I work through the day.
They gave me a job,
And I still don't get paid.

My school is such a bummer.
And I want it to be summer,
The kids will all get lazy,
And the work load won’t be crazy.

Sleepin’ through the days,
Soakin’ up the rays,
No more effing work,
To make sure we get A’s.

The sun ’ll shine,
The wind ’ll blow.
We’ll forget the stuff,
We had to know...


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Shayna-Song

This song is about my mom. She is my best friend and I don’t know what I would do without her so I wanted to write about her. This song is suppose to be kind of slow but still upbeat.

Best Friend

All my life I've admired you
You've been my hero
You've been my wings

Whenever I'm down
I turn to you
You lift my spirits
Everyday

(Chorus)
When you're not around
You're in my head
You're everywhere with me
You're my voice and my heart
You mean the most to me
My mother, my best friend

When I leave someday
I won't be far
Just a call or a short little drive
I want to be like you
Strong like you
Someday

Chorus

Every step of my life
There you'll be
Right by my side for everything
I want to be like you
Strong like you
But I already am

Chorus

My mother, my best friend

Madison's Song

Soldier put your mind at ease

Everything is gonna be alright

Soldier put your gun away for now

There’s no need for another fight


The enemy is gone

And we are left to carry on


Soldier don’t you know

That we are miss you so


Please hold on

When everything seems so wrong

Cause you’re comin’ home


Cause you’re comin’ home

You’re comin’ on home

Brian/Song

This song is not from personal experience it's just for fun!

Sugar Lips

I’ve been watching you across the room
Hypnotized by all the eyes on you
Here’s a little something to keep in mind
Tell your little secrets and I’ll tell you mine.

[pre-chorus]
Laughing through the day thinking you were never boring
Speeding through the night and my heart is soaring
I’m floating in the air light as a feather
I’m dizzy from the time we spent together

[chorus]
I’m thinking ‘bout your sugar lips
Got a feeling for you now that's so strong
I'm dreaming of the candy in your finger tips
Girl don't stay away from me for too long

I’m thinking ‘bout the sweetness in your shakin’ hips
Infatuated with you for so long
I’m dreaming of the caramel in finger tips
Our loves is so strong

I close my eyes and I see you clear
It feels like you're lying here
All the things I want to say come and go
Easy as the breeze, those words just flow

[pre-chorus]
Laughing through the day thinking you were never boring
Speeding through the night and my heart is soaring
I’m floating in the air light as a feather
I’m dizzy from the time we spent together

[chorus]
I’m thinking ‘bout your sugar lips
Got a feeling for you now that's so strong
I'm dreaming of the candy in your finger tips
Baby don't stay away from me for too long

I’m thinking ‘bout the sweetness in your shakin’ hips
Infatuated with you for so long
I’m dreaming of the caramel in finger tips
Our love is so strong
[repeat 2x]

Eddy - Song

You have no idea what we're looking for
You have no idea what we want
You'll never know the things we do
You'll never know

An endless mile in ragged shoes
We dare you tread our path
A few feet later you're breaking down
You'll never know our wrath

Irritants galore in this life you've left behind
We know what you're missing
We don't know why you fight

Your wars we wage
In your deserts we thirst
Blood abound in endless seas
We serve your food
We wash your dishes
And you'll never know our kind of peace

Our pain
Our love
Our life
Our struggle

Jason - Song

uh.. i tried to make a ballad. k.
ballad of gaston.


Its impossible, to climb this this castle wall
Every time I try, I fall straight down
I know better, but I keep trying
And the rain comes in one more time.

Enough for me, I can stop now
Hold it back, wait for day
keep it in, break it down
And the rain drops down one more time.

I never expected, to give it up
I never saw it coming down
the pawn takes down the wall
And the rain pours down one more time.


Now I'm back, with nothing to say
The wall once knew, i don't care about
once again, it is balanced
And the rain comes in one more time.

Dan -- Song

The Song About Nothing

I sit here today,
waiting for the words.
but they won't come!

So Here...We...Go!

This is the song about nothing
the greatest song ever.
It has no point,
no purpose.

But that doesn't stop me!

I could write about love.
I could write about death.
But I'd rather write about...

Nothing!

My life is busy,
I'm constantly tired,
but I don't care!
Because I'm singing about...

Nothing!

-Scat session-

This is the song about nothing
the greatest song ever.
It has no point,
no purpose.

But that doesn't stop me!

(talking) uhhh...Dan, urgent message from Fehrenbacher.
"whispers"

(song) So I guess this song has to be about something,
so I'll write about nothing...

This is the song formerly about nothing.
Its about something new!
This is the song that failed at being about nothing.
Oh well, I guess that makes me like Blink 182!

madeleine - song

Please let me explain: the events in this song, however truthful, have not happened to me. this is merely a hypothetical situation. The song is called Puppies and Kitties (title to be changed later)

On Monday nights
the best place to be is the library! (ohh liberry!)
such adventures await
so much as you can take
before going to sleep.

but when I saw you I knew
that you weren't kidding when you said
"Why doesn't anything make sense?"
and after you turned it right back up
I should have stepped right out
and left you alone for good.
But your gorgeous eyes and
that awesome faux hawk
meant trouble for me and you.

-chorus-
It's not that hard to read
when it's a magazine
but who really cares about them
when your favorite one
says that bigfoot had a son
and now they live in Kentucky.
I wouldn't be so shallow
if you just thought deeper!
then maybe we can both be free.
-chorus-

I wish I could have told him
the effect he had on me
but I guess his condition was worse than mine
It made him sleep a lot
rock out and sing some songs
with words that had no real rhyme.

-chorus-
It's not that hard to read
all your random magazines
when the headlines blare loud
"Bird man had a daughter
that had wings and named faris rotter"
when we all know he had a son.

Jameela's Song

I Love You

Baby....

I just thought you should know..
ahhh.

So here I am again
in this love game
Suddenly amused by yo style boo
I think I love you

I love you
and I dont know what to do
Im stuck on you
and now you know I love you

You got me feeling like
misery is impossible
or like love aint the limit

I love you
and I dont know what to do
Im stuck on you
and now you know I love you

La,La,La,La
Looooovvvveee
La,La,La,La
Looooovvvveee

I love you
and I dont know what to do
Im stuck on you
and now you know I love you

Gaston's Song

My song requires some explaination. So last Friday, when the class went to the boat channel I was attacked by a Bat Ray. This of course happened after the whole class had already gone back to class. Jason and Dan saw the terrible ordeal and can explain it. This song is about the attack and the Bat Ray.

I was walking along the Bay

Watching the birds laugh and play

Then to my dismay

I was attacked by a Bat Ray

It looked at me with burning eyes

Dragged me deeper into muck

It must have thought my end was nigh

This beast was huge as a buck

It sucked off my shoe

I liked that shoe so I went kung fu

I kicked and I punched the damn ray

Right then it wanted to fly away

It opened its jaws

And I pulled my shoe from its maw

I was not done

With this animal of the ocean

I stomped and I ripped

The thing made a shriek

As it came close to the crypt

The thing then fell weak

It dragged me so far out

That I had to be helped

By Indiana Vavra