My lovely wife walked out on deck
while we were cruising the Bahamas.
Such a vision clad in check!
(Yes, she was still in her pyjamas.)
The boat, alas, then struck a whale
which caused a sudden sideways motion
and my wife, beside the rail,
shot over it down to the ocean.
I could see her getting smaller
in her dreadful check pyjamas
but I was no help to Paula
for I tend to freeze in dramas.
Looking back, okay, perhaps I
should have told the crew on deck first.
But – oh curse that fatal lapse! – I
left it till I'd had my breakfast.