The Shark Poem by Jennifer Huynh

My, sweet, let me tell you about the shark.
Though his eyes are bright, his thought is dark.
He's quiet - that speaks well him.
So does the fact that he can swim.
But though he swims without a sound,
Wherever he swims he looks around
With those two bright eyes and that one dark thought.
He has only one, but thinks it a lot.
And the thought he thinks but can never complete
Is his long dark thought of something to eat.
Most anything does, and i have to add.
That when he eats his manner are bad.
He's a gulper, a ripper, a snatcher, a grabber.
Yes, his manner are drab. But his thought is drabber.

That one dark thought he can never complete
Of something - anything - somehow to eat.

Be careful where you swim, my sweet.