
Marco stared in desperate awe
Not so sure of what he saw
Water shooting way up high
It nearly went into his eye
He thought it’d be safe
He thought it’d be fine
He never quite thought
of this small land mine
So Marco stood stoically panting
Like listening to monks doing their chanting
Scared and all wet, no longer hot
Happy the water was all that he got.
©2026 CBialczak

That’s a cute poem. It gave me a chuckle.
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