Seize the day? Nah—seize the shoe!
Strap those Tevas, glide on through.
With toes exposed and vengeance near,
He paddles forth. We quake in fear.
Across the sea he cuts a line,
A sandal knight with wrath divine.
His calves are flexed, his brows are tight—
You’d think we stole his parking right.
We sat on rocks, just soaking sun,
When suddenly—a Teva'd one!
He sped toward us, full attack,
With ocean rage and sandal clack.
What did he want? A snack? Revenge?
A paddle duel upon the fringe?
We never learned. He veered away,
Just came to Carpe up our day.
So when you see that footwear flash,
And hear the salty oceans crash,
Beware the soul who grips his oar—
In Tevas, war is at the shore.