Galeophobic Poem by Ima Ryma

Galeophobia does be
A fear of sharks with all those teeth
Who are out there waiting for me,
Lurking in the waters beneath.
Thoughts of being eaten alive
While being at the beach one day
Are on my mind each time I dive
In the ocean, a time for play.
I know the odds of shark attack
Are greatly in my favor so
Why does my fear keep coming back
Each time in the water I go?

From my shark fear I cannot scrub,
Even sitting in the bath tub.