Cause rotting in the sun, fish smelt so bad
I plaiced a tarpon a dead dogfish.
When I had time to mullet Dover,
I snook a look, just for the halibut.
My guts began to flounder.
Never sawfish look so crappie!
If I'd been in a bar ah coulda,
Put t' rout my heaving gorge,
I'd rays a clamor, whale her strongest urgin'
Or make it seem I blew my guts on porpoise.
I'm hard of herring, atrophied of mussel,
And as Cod's my wetness,
Blind as a small-mouth bass turd.
Got a sculpin stuck in my head
For calling Phil A. Aswhole
At school with some grouper other;
Had Doc Pollock fish it out,
With his orca straw's pike.
The one he uses to conduct
"Bream When You're Feeling Bluefish."
" Salmon Chanted Evening,"
"Me and My Shad Roe" and
"The Boogie Woogie Bluegill Boy"
His six quid bill made me grunt.
Pollock's a little shrimp
Just sardine out in podnership with
Ann Jovi, Finn & Haddy. Associates of
Coy, Krill & Squidd, Inc.
But, Aw, he's to me the Manatee Hour!
No taxis in the cabby zone
So we hadda limpet home,
But nautilus'd been shad on with
Cod an' bass turds
By a passerine bird
Called Albert Ross-
Now my mortal sea anemone.
Tried to spear im but he
Went off at a scallop.
"Wahoo!" Mahi mahi w-w-w-wife like to
Laugh turbot off, till
I had Doc snapper fantail.
(Excuse me, I tender stotter a tad,
Polish being my first lingo.)
Wouldn't let him croaker
I only manta rays
A noise ter clam her up.
Make her crabs a bait.
Not into spousal mollusk station.
It's all just a large scale fluke.
A crock abalone,
Take it hook, line and stinker, sucker!
If you see any more res absurdis,
With which you feel my cast
Cod reelly congergate,
Walleye think it's time to wind this up.
Snagged a few keepers;
Thresher otter be scuttled.
Mus' key off now.
Sky's misting gray.
Got my limit.
Need to get prawn on me bed.
I gotta guppy.
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