Tropical Tribulations:
Bright Purple Firefish tip tap over the carved coral stage
Coryphee in the ocean valleys company.
Chalk Bass botanists tend to the theatrical dealings of the anemone
Who twirl their tendrils to entrance.
Coral Beauty swim all over town, enticingly dressed to the nines
Showgirls of the sea life, eloquent entertainers.
Bicolour Blenny body painters disguise delinquents and mask their lies
Big brothers of the blue expanse.
Flowerhorn fitness instructors force free fish to fly
Motivators of the magenta miles of coral kind
Am I a starfish?:
When I sleep,
I am a starfish,
Sprawled out,
All limbs hanging
Over the edge of my rock
bed.
My sister is more of a clownfish,
She never sleeps and
She darts around non stop.
I don't think I move when I sleep,
But when I rise,
It takes me a century to get going,
A milennia to open my eyes,
But when I do end up moving,
It's short and fast,
Just like my sister
Mollusks *shudder*:
Toes touching mollusks like a shock to my heart,
Screaming bloody murder as we toss them at our unsuspecting aunts,
Round like our sun,
But scarier than an algebra test,
Digging our toes in the mud,
Dirty water up to our knees, the best,
Us kids avoid mollusks the way teenagers avoid showering,
Scalier than starfish,
They smell like death,
They stick to your legs like scales on fish,
Or onion smell on your breath,
They scare me,
And my cousin uses that to his advantage.
