Return To The Blue Planet
Somewhere on the ocean floor
Odd creatures start to twitch:
Weird crustaceans, hard-core claws,
Where all is dark as ditch.
Here in Nature’s long-lost lab,
There lurks the strange, lubricious crabb.
It sends its signals through the murk
While dinking to the side;
It sexts itself until berserk
While thrashing through the tide:
It thinks of groping as propitious
While interfering with the fishes.
Somewhere on the ocean’s bed,
The missing links are found:
The scaly urchins, living dead
Who bluely swim around –
What coral they pollute, or soil,
Drifting, gelid, full of oil.
