Natural Selection
On a blistering frying summer day
Mrs. Adam rode her own crimson wave
But thought she’d sneak in for a quick dip
Not even the pool would notice the trip
Down to the marble bottom she dove
As chlorine flecks like fish would float
Only when she came up and rubbed her eyes
Did she look around and realize…
The sun wasn’t only turning her skin red-
She saw her own blood tsunami up ahead
And from embarrassment did she drop dead!
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