Admit it...this place has gathered a little dust. SO. Let's liven it up, eh?

Here, I'll start...

...write a poem of no less than four lines (but no more than thirty...c'mon, seriously? get a life if you've got that much time on your hands...sheesh) about Jaws and/or sharks.

Here is an example:

Jaws is a most terrific flick.
It really make'st thou scared.
But if man-boobs doth make thee sick,
thou ought'st be aught prepared
to be upsot, barf up thy lung
nigh Bad Hat Harry's scene.
For ne'er a pair of boobs hath swung
so low across thy screen.

Forsooth, nyugga.

- William Smikespeare

p.s. Thou need'st NOT compose thy verse in faux-elizabethan speech -- indeed thou probably ought'st not, else actual poets rise from their graves and stab us in the neck with a quill...forsooth!