Sharks in the Sand, What to Do

A guide to appropriate behavour when confronted with the choice.

SHARKS IN THE SAND

I saw a pair one Sunday morn

Of colour golden tan

Its rude to look cried a voice within

But to ignore would be the greater sin

For weren't they there on display

And would it not be rude to say

There not good enough, put them away

So should I look straight ahead

No not me mate, I am not dead yet

So I took a chance and stole a glance

And then I took my forward stance

And I gave them eight from ten

And so it seems again and again

It's the simple things in life that keep us sane