April Fools at Gorda Banks
Orogeny in the torrid zone caused Ralph’s geologic alarm,
Seismic mischief in the night had caused dioritic harm.
The arch is gone! Ralph announced this morning, over the ship’s P.A.
Which caused some to pause and reflect, hey, what is the date today?
The lenses of zoom, telephoto and fish eye, gathered on deck to greet the dawn,
Sprinkled amongst those dressed with such gear, were a few cavernous yawns.
You need to get up early, to catch that golden glow so fleeting,
Where did that speck on my lens come from? Oh, it’s the muffin I was eating.
Purtabulations in the isobars kept up a steady breeze,
While we scanned the horizon for whale blows, or at least a cetaceanal sneeze.
Cruising for composition, doing donuts around a brown gull,
Filled our comparative need for foreground, during one cetaceanal lull.
A teasing humpback caught us, with a spontaneous desire to fly,
It temporarily left the water to dry off, and join feathered friends in the sky.
We scanned all around us guessing, would it come up next here or there?
All the while muttering reminders to these behemoths, “You’re mammals! Come up for a breath of fresh air!”
A group of mischievous sea lions, renegades, there was no doubt,
Shared with a pod of common dolphins, a picidian feeding bout.
The call rang out and was echoed, “Rays! Here at the surface quick, get a look!”
But they swam not a stroke in the water, as plastic bags have not evolved fins or flukes.
Some say when the waters get whipped up, they describe it as seas being “green,”
When the wind blew, we knew what to do next, take a nap with a little meclizine.
For today, you decide what has been truthful, is the photo authentic or did we break a few rules?
Remember the date and the custom, think twice and avoid April’s fool.
Orogeny in the torrid zone caused Ralph’s geologic alarm,
Seismic mischief in the night had caused dioritic harm.
The arch is gone! Ralph announced this morning, over the ship’s P.A.
Which caused some to pause and reflect, hey, what is the date today?
The lenses of zoom, telephoto and fish eye, gathered on deck to greet the dawn,
Sprinkled amongst those dressed with such gear, were a few cavernous yawns.
You need to get up early, to catch that golden glow so fleeting,
Where did that speck on my lens come from? Oh, it’s the muffin I was eating.
Purtabulations in the isobars kept up a steady breeze,
While we scanned the horizon for whale blows, or at least a cetaceanal sneeze.
Cruising for composition, doing donuts around a brown gull,
Filled our comparative need for foreground, during one cetaceanal lull.
A teasing humpback caught us, with a spontaneous desire to fly,
It temporarily left the water to dry off, and join feathered friends in the sky.
We scanned all around us guessing, would it come up next here or there?
All the while muttering reminders to these behemoths, “You’re mammals! Come up for a breath of fresh air!”
A group of mischievous sea lions, renegades, there was no doubt,
Shared with a pod of common dolphins, a picidian feeding bout.
The call rang out and was echoed, “Rays! Here at the surface quick, get a look!”
But they swam not a stroke in the water, as plastic bags have not evolved fins or flukes.
Some say when the waters get whipped up, they describe it as seas being “green,”
When the wind blew, we knew what to do next, take a nap with a little meclizine.
For today, you decide what has been truthful, is the photo authentic or did we break a few rules?
Remember the date and the custom, think twice and avoid April’s fool.
