It’s a distinctive air, 

The Dionysian stench of a yacht. 

Swelling tides pave the way 

For another faceless partygoer, 

Drunk off sea breeze

And sun

And five and a half pina coladas, 

To throw off convention

And throw a pineapple

Into the sea. 

And while he drops on the deck 

(And glubs like a fish), 

20,000 leagues under the sea, 

A noble fry cook builds his home. 

Joanna Magill is a recent Modern Languages graduate and emerging poet based in West London. She’s passionate about musicals, linguistics and the hit ABC series Desperate Housewives.