Sea Tea

One day I stood beneath the sea.

The view was not too great.

I pondered life while sipping tea,

Perched on a lobster crate.

A unicorn with fins ran by,

His wake a cloud of silt.

Then trampled he before my eye

The castle I had built.

I fretted not, for it had been

Quite little more than sand.

Of it, I'd not been all too keen,

So still remained my hand.

Then with a roar the creature ran

Straight at me, it would seem.

I waited with my frying pan,

But woke first from my dream.

A shame, it was, to see the sea

Vanish before my eyes.

But better is the view I see

Of morning's bright blue skies.