The Sea Monster Poem by Peter Cloutier

I slipped upon the lake,
one day walking through the woods,
it really looked harmless and fake,
if a natural thing ever could.

I watched the horizon for hours,
just never moving my eyes,
I don't know why for sure,
but I was waiting for some kind of surprise.

It came sure enough,
yet I couldn't make it out,
I've seen many things and stuff,
but nothing that would want to make me shout.

My eyes lay on this creature,
and fear crept in for the first time,
now I don't even wonder,
I know I would rather pay a dime.

Than get stuck at that lake again,
as I'd only be asking for trouble,
I don't know how or when,
but next time I'll wait for double.