2011 - Day 212

Pleasant waters float the sea,
A misty salted foam,
Underneath the calming breeze
A land where sharks do roam.
And for a week
Yes we shall hear
About their teeth,
How much they're feared,
We'll listen in
Until we're stuck,
The week goes by
We say 'Aww shucks'!
Back to the grind,
It never ends,
Must push the mind
Until it ends.