Fusi had a sea inside
And it sloshed and waved
As she took it for a ride
And it washed and gave
Her trouble on high tide,

For then she overflowed
And not just with wet
But sunken paths and roads
That she must walk yet
But now were mostly stowed

Deep beneath her sunny boats
Where she loved to fish
Where she’d swim and sun on floats
Far above her wish
That dare not brave those crueler coasts,

So she goes leaving ponds
Sometimes where she walks
Thanks to her tidal bridle bonds –
Look for rarest docks
That a friend might step upon.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of Mary Rogers Williams.