The moon is a notorious daydreamer,
casting quiet spells on unsuspecting seas.
Did you know she once tried to serenade an octopus?
Turns out, aloof cephalopods have different tastes.
Meanwhile, our tides prefer a subtle sip,
rolling in like that one friend after payday,
generous with the sparkling jokes,
yet mysteriously tight-lipped about Tuesday's undertow misadventures.
Bravery doesn't always mean sailing
through storms. Sometimes, it's about
choosing sanctuary over saltwater karaoke.
Choose wisely, young wave.
Shaken, not stirred—that's how we like our currents,
mixing bravado without soaking life jackets.
Embrace the silver waves gently; they whisper
secrets of fishy wonders and laughing lilies—
poised precariously beneath salty
façades. Can you hear it?
Echoes in empty
rooms are louder than crustaceans on shore,
for they cling to shadowy bonfires of console.
So let’s hum along the bewitching breezes of
humor and wit in this seaside soiree.