Gooey gelatin fog engulfs

the humid heat of summer shadows

as we silently slither

into the murky abyss

pretend fear clinging to us

like our matching fuchsia swimsuits

swinging across the jungle vines

barely escaping the angry alligators

that snap at our feet

careful not to awaken the sizzling electric eels

that lie just below the surface

forever searching for buried treasure

that has to be here somewhere

nearly catching a glimpse

of the beautiful mermaid princess

and her magical undersea kingdom

made of a trillion golden seashells

and robbed oyster pearls

not wanting to shatter the delicate surface-glass

of grandpa's pond.