Swimming

Swimming in a nutshell.

Hands off my breasts,
Mr. Water!
How dare you stroke
without first engaging
with gentle poke.
I am by no means
an easy catch,
Not to be sneakily
Snatched, as I exclaim,
“I’M A FISH! I’M A FISH!”
For I am not,
So it is you
who sits on the baffled
side of this conundrum.

The End

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