There was space on a charter
to dive wrecks in Lake Michigan
No one else I knew could go but when
would I get this chance again?
Diving were me and some
sailor on leave from his ship
and a third guy I did not pick
I just shot from the hip
Wetsuits were donned
As they cast off the boat
But that third guy pulled out
his drysuit and started to gloat
To the Milwaukee we motored
through skies that were gray
Over waves that were breaking
And fog that would stay

We dove the Milwaukee
A crumbling old wreck
I only had minutes
To scope out the deck
I am a novice
Much air do I breathe
So when I gave the turn signal
Drysuit started to seethe
But 100 feet down
Is no place to retort
Back on the boat he just said
“Man, that was short.”
(I’m not being fair he
wasn’t a bad guy at all
But if I tell it this way
the rhymes do not stall)
Then to the Willie
our charter boat cruised
It was a quiet ride
and my ego was bruised

But Willie’s redemptive
lying there on his side
Did you know he faced the Nazis?
So what of my pride
With so much to see
and superb visibility
and shallower depth
Willie’s more my ability
We explored and we snooped
We didn’t want it to end
But we were all satisfied
When we signaled “ascend”
I am a novice
Much air do I breathe
But each week I’ll keep diving
Better skills to achieve
And I like this 4 Seasons group
of divers to be around
They’re friendly and fun -
and look at all the weird $*#@ they found.
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