She walks in seafood like the night.
She wears krill on her fingers and whelks on her toes.
She being brand/name tuna
Half a league, half a league, half a league downward
into the briny surf rode the six hundred.
[Accidental sea-themed poetry]
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Thus conscience doth make dolphins of us all.
ReplyDeleteOnce upon an ocean dreary, while I paddled weak and weary . . .
ReplyDeletethis is just to say
ReplyDeletei have eaten
the fish
that were in
the ocean
and which
you were probably
saving
from extinction
Forgive me
they were delicious
so slimy
and so scaled
(Fish are friends, not food.)
ReplyDeleteGrammar mistakes FOR THE WIN.
ReplyDeleteI got rid of it forever. Nobody can blame you now.
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE THE BEST. Gratzi.
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