Be careful what you fish for.
You’re bound to come back with an empty dish.
Sometimes you may hear a wail,
Of a fisherman attacking a monster with scales.
Its sparkly waters may charm you, alas
For a creature lives there, with a body like brass.
It jumps out at you, with its bright pink skin,
It spends more time on boats, for it can hardly swim.
It’ll bite out at you with its gory bloody jaws,
Be careful what you fish for,
Or you’ll end up eaten raw.
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