But what about pink little teething piranhas
And their highly unusual canine Madonna?
Do the sand wrench and sea star and blowfish provide
Any luculent lore as decumbents collide?
Is the feline a Cheshire – a catgut jejeunum
A Cyclops with whiskers e pluribus unum?
And what of the others these truculent swimmers;
These Marquis de Cod – the teats’ fate grow grimmer.
Still, our lupine stands stoic, bovine and basilic,
As characids grope for their gnashed gastrophilic.
“This means war” you might howl from the lobo’s perspective,
“She’s a fish out of water, she needs a corrective.”
