Electric (Fact) Eel (Fiction) Poem by Ima Ryma

I generate electric charge
In the Amazon River flow.
Not an eel but a fish quite large,
Human misnomer - doncha know!
I use electric to stun eats,
And navigate to find my meal -
Not human, but one of the treats
Is give'em juice and make'em squeal.
Why don't I zap myself you ask?
Well, my thick skin does insulate
While I'm doing my tasing task.
But bumps in the road can frustrate.

I cut myself upon a rock,
And I can give me quite a shock.