Meadowlarked Ocean breezes come my way...
Weathering heightened awareness tells me to stay as nay.
Bubbles rise on water's top...
Fish move hidden so they'll not have to stop.
Green briney living organisms assemble undetected...
Neptune's fork tuned to always mode as of the all well protected.
Mermaids wriggle their real sexy tails...
Luring to sinkings of sailor's ships by musically hipnote-ic spells.
The mermaids bras were made of things from down under water known as sea shells...
Some mermaids fell in love with big old sperm whales.
'Thar she blows' might be heard near and afar....
In the water's pathly depth will never be seen a roving car.
Neptune had a teenaged boy that he called one spoiled tine-ager
that showed little or no respect for their elders...
So in verbal insult he returned to his boy a loud healthy angered
'fork you'.
Harps accord if no-one could ever afford...
Neptunic sword was much sharper than his well tuned tridential pitch fork.
Neptune would on rare occasion drink his drinks well watered down...
For later on he might fall hard but not fast because the water's fluidic motions were to be finely slowed to the ground.
What kind of chewing gum do fish like to chew? ...
Spear-mint of course you chew as do.
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neptunic-tridential-real-estates-can-at-times-just-flood-the-market/
