Swimming happily in his territory,
Sir Hides-a-Lot was living his best life
until something caught his olfactory
senses, Little did he know the sea was rife
with a death sentence from a human's factory,
It smelled like a jellyfish snack, ‘'Yummy! ''
Entirely unaware ‘twas a plastic so crummy,
He headed for it like a dummy,
He munched on it without a care in the world,
Hours later, he was found floating on the surface,
unable to dive down, his tummy had to be thirled
to take out the killer plastic bag, or he'd resurface
from the depths of the ocean, only to die a tragic death.
But alas, the humans who found him left him to die.
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