My Shin

You race to catch the last bus home
And you are just a minute too late.
Oh, “What a shame!” you cry,
But you were luck no goose came to pry!

We go swimming around grey blocks,
Will we drown or keep our hands steady?
Whatever it is, my sail is at the ready.

Will they pull you from the ocean
but just a minute too late?
When I make you a party
What will we celebrate?
That you are celibate?