Fried Barracuda
I'm feelin' strangely goodah
here in Bermuda,
munching on hot, crispy,
deep-fried barracuda;
it amuses me to think that
now on my plate
some pieces of the ferocious
predator wait
to be pushed, poked and stabbed
by my silvery fork;
it could've been me there
in the jaws of this dork;
so, is this the terrible terror
of the sea?
why, in bite-sizes it's just
pleasantly tasty,
dipped in sauce of vengeance,
such great delicacy!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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