The Blob fish

Blob fish, Blob fish, bloat and seep

In the shadows of the deep.

What cruel, taunting hand or eye

Would shape a thing so ugly?

 

What half snoozing deity

Yet wakened by morning coffee

Did in their dazing, lazing state

Your oozing frame and face create?

Or perhaps ‘twas a mistake

By some trainee ‘yond heaven’s gate

Whose careful craft not yet refined

Gave birth this sloppy lump of slime?

 

What the hammer? What the spade?

What the sausage grinder made

You slipping slurping slump of ooze?

Did he who made the flem make you?

From dust ‘twas made our earth anew

Was’t dust that made the blob fish too?

A speck of sniffle set adrift

Which by nostrils he’enly was sniffed

 

And once inside those nostrils stir’d

An icklish, ticklish, membranous whirr

Which in one almighty “ACHOO!”

Did sneeze the blob fish into view?

But do not fret, my slimy friend

On looks alone, one can’t depend

You have your uses, yes, ‘tis truth,

If e’er one needs an ego boost.

 

Blob fish, Blob fish, bloat and seep

In the shadows of the deep.

What cruel, taunting hand or eye

Would shape a thing so ugly?