Who’s snapping who?

The ocean swallowed her camera today

it didn’t repent or promise to pay

as on the winds it continued to sway,

it seemed to say that “I don’t play”.

She’d hit that beach a thousand times

to snap at light and spray: her crimes

she’d made the wave and crest her mimes

Perhaps that’s why the toll it chimes.

A thousand bucks that water stole

as down its gullet went that lightbox whole

she would have shot another roll

if that athletic lake had been less swole.

For now she pouted, plotting pain.

But how to “ouch” a lagoon so main?

To claim back her Nikon became her aim

So she went to rent an affordable crane.