Sonnet #60 by FisherKingKQJ
Lord octopus blushes a dapple pink
Of algae posied on coralline turf,
He blacks a moray eel with clouding ink
And scrabbles away on plumes of surf.
A seethrough prawn enters on tippytoe:
She vaunts an eyepatch on her backside,
She's roiled by undercurrent billow,
She's resigning the rockpool at hightide.
Our friend the hermit crab looks for balance
His larger pincer shows credited bias,
A tanaid in a shell makes acquaintance
So imitation isn't quite as bad as....
My love says only a fuddy-duddy
Might nitpick his redhead's naturestudy.
{3D interactive chorus:}
My love says only a fuddy-duddy.
My love says only an old-fogey.
My love says only a pensioner.