The Grisvolds settled on the coast, <br />they were rambunctious, more than most. <br />The ocean played all day and night <br />with waves of foam in God's own light. <br /> <br />But when the Watergod Poseidon <br />decreed that they would need a hidin'. <br />They built their flimsy cardboard shacks <br />right near the beach, there to relax. <br /> <br />It had no choice but to withdraw <br />until all ocean creatures saw <br />that freedom had indeed returned <br />and thus the subject was adjourned. <br /> <br />But as you might imagine well <br />life can become a total hell <br />if you from home away are forced <br />and thus the ocean felt divorced <br /> <br />from its own beach and its sweet sand <br />it did not like it far from land. <br />And thus, each day it comes back twice <br />to ascertain with its own eyes <br /> <br />that those strange folks are still around, <br />(a plan was hatched that would have drowned <br />the Risvold Clan by tidal wave) <br />it was the closest ever shave <br /> <br />but Father Risvold was a man <br />who had for everything a plan. <br />He led his tribe into the sea <br />because he thought they would be free. <br /> <br />And since that time exotic creatures <br />with somewhat human looking features <br />live in the waves and twice a day <br />they travel in and then away. <br /> <br />The ocean kept to its routine <br />and to this day it can be seen <br />at intervals of just six hours <br />to race to shore with foamy showers. <br /> <br />Of course the Grisvolds are not found <br />(remember that they 'somewhat' drowned) <br />this is the reason for the tide, <br />believe me, I have never lied.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grisvolds-and-the-tide/
