051410l Shells That's Mine Poem by Manonton Dalan

group of six, this way sir; please
sweet voice that's what i heard
as well as song 'careless whisper'
reminds me of far east love affair
one time it's so popular in youtube
poor guy he was turned in by friend

smell of boiling seashells fills my nostrils
triggering sea otter's instinct inside me
i wiggle my tail, showed my teeth for kill
i'm ready for anything with shell or scale
so as these bi-pedaled hungry tummies
gently sipping glasses of sweet ice teas