#tuna!lock

My Tuna!lock he doesn't like the sun

Coral is far more red than his gills' red

In frolicking he fails to find the fun

instead he flops upon his seaweed bed.

I have seen shells with iridescence pearl'd

But no such colours see I in his skin

His head hath darksome tangled tresses curl'd,

Odd for a creature clothed in scale and fin.

To speak, he flaps his fins for 'yes' and 'no'

The lapping waves hath far more graceful sound

I grant I've never seen Poseidon go,

My Sherlock, when he moves, flops on the ground.

     And yet, I'd sell all pearly riches rare

     To keep our silly, fishy love affair.   (authored by haddock!John, of course)