Deep-Fried Barracuda
I'm feelin' real goodah in my bermuda
munching on crisp, deep-fried barracuda.
It amuses me to think that on my plate
pieces of a ferocious predator wait
to be poked and stabbed by my silvery fork.
It could've been me in the jaws of this dork.
Is this the terrible terror of the sea?
Why, in bite-sizes it indeed is tasty,
dipped in sauce of vengeance, great delicacy!
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