“Well I would not say I am all that cold,”
mused a sea creature lounging with a rum.
“Scientists thinking our realm is frigid
does not surprise me a bit and if
I share this with the eels down at the den
of what we are frankly happy
to know as one of iniquity,
well you’d wonder why they don’t twist
into an oblivion by their howls
of disbelieving laughter. Now this rum
goes back a few centuries. My grandpa
mapped the main strategy for that ship.
Sunk the sailing human beasts; we got gold.”
The sea creature paused and leveled a gaze,
“swear you’ll never tell a zoologist.”