What Would One Do? By CpSingleton © 2014
I awoke to the strangest ever notion
That I belonged not here but in the ocean!
Whence it was I did look down
A scene causeth my brow to frown!
For where there was once two sturdy limbs,
Nice enough when light doth dims,
Was replaced by thrashing fin.
Lo, what a pickle now I am in.
From Panama to London smog
I am closer to the frog!
Though what a wheeze it will be
Whence I swim in British sea.