Down at the bottom,
Of the Mariana Trench,
Is a beautiful seal,
A most beautiful wench.
You are Namako, a seal,
The most beautiful I've seen,
You're soft and squidgy,
And completely lime-green.
Some say you're a sea slug,
Some say a cucumber.
But through the Mariana fug,
You're a pretty cute number.
When I look at you,
Poetry fills my mind.
If I had to speak words true,
I'd say you look like bacon rind.
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