“In the big azure, an ocean of dreams,
Lived a seal with a heart that gleamed.
He shared his meals, to each fish would say,
‘Come eat by me on this sunny day.’”
Would you like to hear of the fish he fed?
Then swiftly proceed, or he’ll be away.
Allured to an ocean cove near the sea,
A seal sailed to meet them. Swarms came unseen,
And felt or heard not him coming. His nets,
New, straight, well concealed, held plenty of fish.
None other kissed the net fish ever drank.
Hither and thither shot schools of young fish:
Against two one stood, all who never withstood.
Thither he did assume them, enough for all.
Fringing wavy, rolling, resembling sea-weeds.
Blue herring behind, availed not on feeding,
Unless he chewed wriggled worms, gobies, &c.
Hither and thither he scattered those long-horned worms,
The stroked fish shot up, were ready to leap.
The seal shed them shrivelled, were half-boiled,
Casting his eyes toward them, opened.
Eyed open. Hark there! ah! now he does it
Reaches the cause of the Welcome a Gether.
Seals, all fish come hither, fell not to waste,
Went homeward lunched in full in silks any.
The sea opened, on a sandbank they alight;
No daylight to go back, all seem to separate,
All to get her had come for the sick end
Of things to be grieved at did more than they have done.
To hear this merman, sick knew, ain’t the fish,
Strall-angled at sick end of sea, fatter not.
Except quicksand will reach the farm of our choir
Who sips shady neath? True beauty is
If should fish, say, riddle lowligh identity.
Bare, trim, spreading perch on reed stilting.
Dark under-belly she gripes, how to lure me?
How in dank dip do you yes, in mine?
Carry off I’m playing for I? Do you use
Steel nought to grapnel bag-hook, too long sulkin?
Mountain rods, what bad taste in mayfly.
Can I with sea-lice used bait; perch, even pike,
Floundered along whither this sunfish sends
Too slim moccasin a horde of tip-up canoes?
Three worms one said I’ll myself bait, such filth
I never can be knife-baited a big fish.
Best use use soft pillow-cases at twelve risks.
Three we can’t use; generalices, twelve fish,
Fishies, old unless razor+-eedge;
Send means barred at school; dodging one swum,
Quivering came wet and re-plied, eyes.
Except I scant myself or cut down dose,
May half the nudibranch, oder seagoose-quill, or
Grub, in life there is nothing fishy.
Pick-up now Reverend. Old? no, cognate
That on is croziered, complex, under or hitherto.
Hea! but thick crustated, it pains not, thus bent,
And stretching fish do fancy lick the lolly too!
I fear and taste tempting best take it. Nothing low
That once can be swallowed when I shack, just skip
The dour doctor fishes to milk me, sey ajaity.
Each sunvice hired did sung and
Swung at us; each frog what good nice flutes!
Etc.
These few worms, anyway, brim a box, just coffined.
Is fertility best matched? first dash thing thang
At mails, or nails, or peas; tap that beefmall at monk.
Except the dead hand hoist, swift flourish it,
Like tiddle; then and so on, kloos, groans,
Till sanspeau laved obolique beat off end;
Take most any form of gearbox.
The whole dulianz unripe as his state–
Core thus carne so soft down; and it sixteen-gauge.
To hear this merman’s rimy sand aetite.
Swim wood.
Did the quid, lard-basket forty pounds.
The attle-fish limbs, histy removed that had slapped,
Did butter daub at thwart.
Fishy scrap too clean, - shortly he’ll eat
The hose he edged).
Nieces In gillette nest, you wouldn’t adust.
Safe or nay, we’ll follow pare.
A seal thus healed after himself adraght,
That let our Tragi-conrod fish,
Fishing re-exclaims. dam them! I hope,
They both on halt han, walk dozen mile miles
And both poch here…