The grey head pops up out of the sea
add an L to sea
you get SEAL!
And that's what you see.
This little fella loves fish.
And eats without cutlery
or napkin
or dish?
Because not much rhymes with fish.
Maybe wish?
And that he certainly does.
He hopes for lunch
maybe a small Turbot to munch?
I'm not sure if they eat those?
I've never asked one-
so who knows?
Not me!
I'm making this up.
As far as poems go
this is pretty bad.
But the end is coming up...
It's here!
And aren't we all glad.
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