Friday, August 19, 2011

Spoof-Free-A-Thon Finale: Ode To The Starfish

Oh, dear sea star in the deep,
How is it that you never sleep?
Five busy arms account for you,
And tend to all the things you do,
But if you should lose one all unknowing,
There will be another growing!
And so you are the fishers' spite,
Though they bless the stars of night,
What does make them curse you so,
As on your way you nimbly go?
And oft you're found in little stores,
Quite as oft as on sea floors!
But when for fancy you sit to dry,
Then, poor sea star, you must die.
The hapless deserve their own ode, too,
And so, my sea star: Here's to you.

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