Shenanifish, Bananafish! So you want fish for dinner?
Blend, if you wish or in a sandwich but, you'll need rod reel and spinner.
All the gear to be cool, on your rear every tool, going to go get you a winner...
You poor silly fool, I hear there's a school if you planned to land this big pond grinner.
Your cast is aghast. Your pants at half mast. There's a hole in your gas bag blown raft.
As your assets collapse, the bass and I ask, "doubled or had your meds gotten halved?"
At your basket of backlash, from your thrashing and whiplash, the myths, fish and I just look and laugh.
Then the classic synapse loss caused a lapse in your back toss and you craftily hooked your own aft!
Many have tried, some even lied in tales of creatures set free,
but any mermaids they might see or fish looking like me are features of their matinee movie.
There's few salts still able who work charts and tables to sail this dimension of sea
where cool, cobalt and stable soothes the hearts of the fables like Calypso, Charybdis and me...>-=^;>