There once was a fish
It purported to produce progeny
And upon its untimely wish
It was overwhelmed, too many
The gaping hole of it's stomach opened
Out poured thousands of new kin
Taken aback by the copious flow
One must wonder how it's so
Fish spawn oh so many
And in the end remain few
Some slaughtered, served as soup,
Others swim away, merely on a whim
Fish are such a mystery
A food source throughout history
Some extinct and on the bottom of the ocean
Their remaining layers reside
All are cannibals, such sin
Some traveling like lions in a pride
Others in their lonesome,
Washing ashore with the changing tide
At the surface and at the bottom
Fish permeate the water
So the next time you're in the water deep
Let the fish your company keep.
Yes, a poem about fish. I was bored, okay?
- AlfieOmega
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