I wish you were a phosphorous fish
alight for me and shining
with sparkles, slightly feverish
of reddish hue. While dining
on you, I’ll only taste the softer part
and leave the bones declining
to eat you whole, only your heart
I‘ll keep for redesigning.
I’ll use my many skills and, yup,
make sketches, stitch some lining,
create a circle, halfway up,
a face that is aligning
and when it’s ready and a whole
I call it ducky duckling.
I fluff it up and make it droll
and use it as my plaything...
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