Christine you didn't die

It started as a peaceful ride, just waves and salty air, Christine took the paddle, with a confidence so rare. But then—oh no!—a wobble, a splash, a mighty scream, She fell into the ocean like a scene from a dream! She flailed, she gasped, she cried, "This is my final hour!" While the water calmly held her like a gentle summer shower. Oh Christine, the sea tried to claim ya, But that water was waist-deep, no danger to name ya! Your kayak flipped, your pride took a dive, Yet somehow, you still survived! She kicked, she thrashed, she whispered farewells, While we stood there laughing, ignoring her yells. She said, “Tell my story, remember me well,” As if she’d been lost in a storm-struck swell! Lifeguards weren’t called, no ships sent to save, Just a random stranger In a boat reaching out to save her while she raged at the waves. When she climbed back aboard the bus with a huff and a sigh, She said, “I almost died,”—oh Christine, oh my! Oh Christine, the sea tried to claim ya, But that water was waist-deep, no danger to name ya! Your kayak flipped, your pride took a dive, Yet somehow, you still survived! Now years have passed, but the legend remains, Christine’s watery drama in cruise-ship domains. And every time we see a kayak float, We hear her distant, ghostly quote— *"I almost died!"*