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Floundering
flip flappin
I mentioned to ’em that I’d try, strive
to write something funny.
We all know that I’m off to a lousy start
with the (actually well-thought-out) title
I thought maybe we can see the “soul” fish
flip flappin on the deck
hook still in his craw
(let me this one time, I’ll say ‘his’)
flip flappin kinda like a clappin monkey
as he (ok, twice) was straining, despairly
for an underwater portion per gasping
Sure, It might be funnier if the ‘soulfish’
was not only straining for his underwater breaths
but also with the infernal rings of the zones of atonement.
Yes, I agree, it is too odd to imagine descending rings
for our fish (I could wiseass my way through
the first ring, or second (no mas!)
Ok, how about the strongly magnificent
take on the colorful scales in the sun
Flip flappin like a rainbow
Ok , I’m dour, sour as my school in the Final Four games. didn’t go my way
It didn’t
For now It’s that lively (for now, again) flip flappin on the too effin bright sun deck
