We take diving masks off our own faces
Down Poor Knights tightest tunnels
We tread water wary zero paces
We tie put the boat in widest funnels
Next he wipes away the salty runnels
From jaw mine and we exchange embraces
Next he kisses me at bobbing gunnels
Pothole mazes are the strangest spaces
Moray eel ambushes cockabully
Shoal of yellow parrotfish takes plunges
Down amongst the red and orange sponges
We view fishes fascinating fully
My man muses much on sea things they thrive
Sun touched by torch lit I nod too no jive
Chorus thrive flourish prosper
