Alright! The genie rubs his hands (Which are surprisingly NOT blue) and snaps his fingers. Nothing. Well that was a waste of a wish. But after yelling and cursing at the genie, it comes in the mail. Feeling ashamed, you hand over the board to the genie, who in turn enchants it. He gives it back, and tells you to ride it.
So you go to the beach which was so conveniently next door, and catch a couple waves. After your fifteenth you start to get a little cold, so you try and paddle back. However, the board has other ideas. Literally.
Its ankle strap tightens when you move when you're not supposed to, and then comes the wave. A huge giant wave. The board drags you under, going down down down- your air supply dwindling. Your life dwindling. Bye bye.
I wish... For... Hmm. I wish this world was perfect, and NO you cannot use my poem idea. >:C