I'm no big fan of seafood;
Never have been;
Never will be.
Though many love it, I find fish
Is not me cup of tea.
Those funny little aliens
Snatched from another world,
Where we would die in minutes
Were we untimely hurled.
I love to watch them flying
Through their liquid atmosphere;
Courting danger every moment
With no trace of fear.
Eyes that gaze expressionless
Into the sea ahead.
Caution-tempered innocence,
Unaware of dread.
Yes, fish are fascinating,
And to watch them is a treat;
Just as long as they're not placed
In front of me to eat.
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