Second in the series. From “Another Hundred Hints Of Mythic Catfish existence”.
“Poor little guy, I feel so bad.
Almost took out an eye, I was behaving so bad.
I was hooked on again and just tail thrashing mad,
elf took a look, his head shook and said, “Catfish, you’re had”.
“You quit your SpLaShInG! and I’ll try and help.”
He grabbed hold and I found nine new ways to yelp.
Like a mongoose on moon juice, I trashed self, elf and kelp,
and by Suess, it came loose, but now the elf’s in bad health…
I prepared lips to kiss and reward hero pip.
I swear the stray sip was a horrible slip
but, never bit, he’ll be fit and out in a blip,
with fish bits and oyster spit, when he comes to, he’s gonna flip.