The moon stalker surges
with twice daily urges
creeps from the deep
watch his spring not the neap
an ocean in motion
so put down that lotion
you're within his reach
as you tan at the beach
he may tickle your toes
but then grows whilst you doze
watch your sun-burned back
for your friend will attack -
Et tu, beware the tides of march...
Chuck Audette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-stalker-a-science-poem-of-sorts/
