A fathom is roughly six feet.
When little Georgie jumped into the pond,
His young imagination never dreamed
What creatures might await him—things not fond
Of little boys who kick and splash and scream.
His cannonball disturbed the murky depths;
He had to close his eyes and couldn’t see
What things he agitated when he leapt…
And they attacked with great ferocity!
Amid the swirling waters, leafy weeds
Entwined his legs and grabbed his thrashing knees
While tiny fish, attracted by the motion,
Nipped leaves and skin alike with blind devotion.
Young Georgie shrieked in terror as he fled!
He’s sworn off swimming; now he hikes instead.