20 July 2012
Ahoy, first mate... We're off to get a 'fish'. So let's pull the anchors, And fulfil this wish. The weather maybe choppy, The seas maybe rough... But I'll tough it for that perfect 'fish', Until this ship has had enough. So let's cast out the nets, Let's see who we can drag in. That one won't do for my relation 'ship'... That's just a siren who can sing. I wanted to find the one... The one that marked the 'X' spot. A treasure beyond words and worth, That's what is what. Come over 'ere first mate. What to this cause you say? "plenty more fish, my captain" We'll sail another day!
©Odd
Plenty Of Fish • Opuss № I