The Shooting of Lava Falls

There are strange things done ‘neath the noonday sun
By those folks who float through stone.
They face the waves that gape like caves,
As they pose on the bow alone.

Dr Bob talks of sexy rocks
And tales of ancient terrain.
Ron has the style of a nutrient pile,
And we echo in refrain.

Then a cad on a raft, he rammed our craft
And it listed to our dismay.
But our fearless crew knew what to do
And leapt in to save the day.

With a sense of brava we splashed through Lava
On our newly inflated pontoon.
We camped in the sand with our merry band
After we enjoyed the full moon.

There are strange things done ‘neath the noonday sun
By those folks who float through stone
But none so strange as by those deranged
Within the Precambrian zone.

------------------------------------ anonymous & deranged