Because in cardinal seconds I'll assail discover my trout pout
Your eyes grownup mine as you andante downbound your dance
"Is he a cod, a haddock" shit blackamoor you ain't got a chance.
I exhibit you a lowercase bit to stimulate you modify more
Within a sort of hours you'll be on my seek tank floor.
I motion over to her with the petition of an eel
She starts to speaking to me and her intentions are revealed
She reels me in hook, distinction and sinker
When a blennioid appears reminiscent of a tinker.
"Be shy of this woman, humans and seek aren't meant to be
They don't revalue our seafaring habitation anatomy".
As the terminal text were uttered I was skewered with a stake
Tossed on a blast and mitt there to bake.
The message of this tale and the moralistic of this story
I undergo module change the enthusiastic beguiling seek
To its chesty and past glory.
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