My two-legs came home soggy though it’s pretty hot outside.
She must have gotten really wet or else she would have dried.
I asked her what had happened to land her in such a state…
“A fish!” she said… I wondered just what she’d had on her plate!
“The sturgeon!” she informed me, and I thought she’d lost the plot.
I felt the laughter rising but I thought I’d better not…
Because I know the sturgeon and the plate where he’d belong
Would have to be a BIG one and at least a metre long!
But would she really eat him? After all, he is a friend…
I’d hate to see our friendship come to such a sticky end!
“Oh, don’t be daft, my girlie, he just got me with his tail…
And I’m as wet as if someone had drenched me with a pail!”
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