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Fish

Slippery as ivory
Off it escaped my clutch
No more curry
if it defied my touch.
Another night of boring rye
for poor Tommy and I.

With his fur like a pulled-back hood,
Tommy sprang to fly.
Holy gracious how rude!
Good manners he obviously did not comply.
Fangs like an iron claw
they enclosed the tiny fish.

But - eschewed not his jaw
from his favorite dish.

(c) W.L.S. Loh