I found the jellyfish across the beach
As dead as dodos after hurricane
Immortal otherwise inside your reach
To polyps never shall they shrink again
Above tide mark in sun scorched sandy leach
I further found anemones thus slain
I touched those toxic tendrils dried out each
A nod to metal chicken weather vane
You seem a painted statue retro grand
You suffer skin tags often stay in sick
Id clone you body parts except those ick
I love you lots and lots you understand
Across the dead dry driftwood will I cut
Your name you validate a daily rut
Chorus cut nick slice
