Flipper Failure Poem by Sebastian Seal

Flying can be fun.
Lots of sea animals enjoy it.
But so very few get the chance,
Because there's nowhere to buy a ticket.

Jumbo jets are great.
They're bigger even than whales!
How do they stay in the air?
Especially in storms and gales?

I particularly liked Concorde,
It went faster than a speeding bullet.
It inspired many flying fish,
Especially the flying mullet.

But the flying I like most,
Is with my own flippers.
I can utilise the ground effect,
And soar like kippers!

With my flippers outstretched,
I bound along ever faster,
And when I reach thirty knots,
I'm like a seagull from Craster.

I effortlessly cruise at thirty knots,
a few inches off the deck,
over seas, oceans, and even
the scorched desert plains of Quebec.

Once a flipper got overstressed,
And failed catastrophic.
With a bang and plume of fur
I lost control and went stratospheric.

Climbing high, rolling over, and hurtling down,
I curled up my flippers and took a gamble,
My downwards spiral was softened,
By landing face-first in a handy bramble.

A sticky-plaster is all it took,
To fix my flipper of frazzle,
And despite that incident
it's the safest way to travel.