Jet ski!

Jet ski!

You crush Poseidon’s rolling foot-soldiers

Under your mighty waxen prow

And your whirling propeller scatters them

Like frightened pigeons! Hah!

Jet ski!

A vision of the future!

Green sailors look on in envy

As you laugh at dead wind

And leave the past behind at 70mph – whoosh!

Jet ski!

Clarkson would be proud

Of your mechanical thrust,

You lothario of the waves, you,

The greatest in the wuurld

Jet ski!

Is he a jet?

Is he a ski?

Does he care?

No! No! No! Look at him go!

Jet ski!