Play For Keeps Poem by Ima Ryma

A black eyed squid met an owlfish.
The squid was looking for some lunch.
Its tentacles in twirling swish,
Grabbed onto the owlfish a bunch.
The owlfish knew it had a chance,
When first it felt the squid's attack,
By sloughing off scales in their dance,
And darting off in a fast track.
But the squid with big eyes and beak,
Surgically cut the spinal cord
Of the owlfish - its future bleak.
Owlfish - zero, squid - one, was scored.

The black eyed squid did have its way.
The owlfish was catch of the day.