![]() Good tasteA Poem by SorenSharks don’t bite in the night, my neighbor said to me But he was wrong and didn’t live long, while fishing out at sea By the pale moon light he got a bite, half way up to his knee He started to shout and thrash about, he complained about his loss He turned bright red as the sharks said: "What a wonderful sauce" Then the sharks took him up to his chin and used his laces for dental floss
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