You stood there, next to me,
the rain came down as if to say, just go,
and off we went, you on my bony back,
we swam with fishes, crabs and a small gigolo
a seahorse coloured green with little eyes, all black.
We reached the island worn but full of sap,
and underwater we had opportunity to pee.
Only a seagull and a frigate took the rap.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/watery-escape/