FMS Pictures & Poetry

Dear Shell –


These words, on your tank, that I’ve written
I feel really must be aired
‘Cause, although we were both once smitten,
A fissure in love is rarely repaired –
Ever since you set eyes on my kitten
I’ve seen that you never truly cared.

My Mum warned me about your type
But I just didn’t want to hear.
She was talking a load of tripe;
She didn’t know of my feelings sincere.
Alas, now I understand her gripe
When, at you, through the glass I would leer.

But a man can’t control his desires
When it comes to his basic needs
And I suspect that my friends are just liars –
They say they don’t hear your pleads
For me to stroke you, stoking internal fires
That smoke out my little love seeds.

Our courtship was quite a tale –
One that’s been retold in many a book :
At first I just couldn’t fail
To be attracted by your oily look
And it seemed too good to be real
That you fancied a bite on my hook.

Yes, a hooker you were back then
And I’d peep at your sexy gills
But I knew, through the study of Zen,
That I’d work through my need for cheap thrills
And build us our own little den –
You could live there and I’d pay the bills.

Since that day we’ve been happy enough –
You’ve lived on a diet of my special seed..
I’d flash my sword fish and stand in the buff
And you’d mouth words telling me to proceed
With a few moments of the rough, sweaty stuff
To provide you a nice, salty feed.

But now the honeymoon is over
As you just sit there all day in your tank
So, although I’ve never been a wild rover,
I found someone else who hasn’t sank
From being an unstoppable sex supernova
To rather an unsatisfactory wank :

She’s a flat-fish and quite a catch.
Like a magnet, she went for my pole;
No need to bait my rod for this snatch –
Her fish fingers were straight up my hole.
So when you leave can you please drop the latch :
I’ve hooked up with a beautiful sole!

FIN