Sending plume like waves sky high
May play havoc with your notion
As the sea beds grind and grumble
Causing earthquakes in the ocean
Not a pleasant take at mealtimes
Too much feedback to ingest
When you encounter seismic shaking
All your dignity compressed
Such weight of water travelling
One mile per second may be more
As impact leaves you all at sea
To make a mad dash for the shore
At times like this one may abandon
In dismay and much distressed
As where before you lie the secrets
When all had flown Mary Celeste
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