Winston the Wave

An Ode to Winston the Wave


When he was just a little ripple on the seashore

Winston had dreams bigger than a Walmart store


He dreamed of travelling the globe with his buddies all around

Causing ruckus in the oceans always with a splashing sound


They’d flip over boats and then crash onto the beach

Loom large in the shadows and out of reach in the deep


They’d sneak up on swimmers who were faced towards the land

And slap them on the back and fill their pants full of sand


Surprising the surfers was their favourite activity

Those sneaky humanoids always trying to catch waves with glee


Winston and buds would come roaring in from out the back

They didn’t wanna be caught they wanted to rumble and attack


Crashing down on those surfers in a whitewash blast

Humongous closeout sets coming strong and fast


To commemorate their fun surfboards they would nab

And sometimes went surfing themselves it was always fab


The End