Buxton Shippy (7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)
In the belly of a fish
'It's stink in here! '
He turned and kicked,
For his life
Until he became unconscious.
Then he found himself on shore
'O my God, fresh air never tasted so good.'
He spun, lifted sand, and washed himself off:
And exclaimed: 'Nineveh sure looks good to me.'
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