Friday, December 12, 2008

(not really, this is just a test)

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I never shoot fish in an AquaLung.
It might unbalance the odds.
I give the sucker an even break-
The sucker the snapper the grouper the hake
And suitable cephalopods.
I’m not cast iron: I sometimes quake
As I stalk with my weapon unslung;
But all advantage I deign to take
Is a love of danger for danger’s sake
And a knack with heaters and rods
A certain
Knack with heaters and rods.

I never shoot fish in an AquaLung.
The man who would is a Red.
If I were Agent and had my wish,
The cad who cheated at shooting fish
Would get it about the head.
It’s not that killing is not my dish
(Perhaps I would have him hung)
But mechanism is sissyish
Which hedges against the chance the fish
Will shoot you first instead
Draw faster and
Shoot you first instead.

I never shoot fish in an AquaLung
Whatever the pain or peril.
I never shoot fish in an AquaLung;
I shoot from the rim of the barrel.
I never shoot fish in an AquaLung,
Not even the cussedest cods,
Not even the haddock however vicious,
Not even the flounder, and he’s delicious,
Not even the shark because Sharks Ain’t Fishes-
It might unbalance the odds
In fact
It might unbalance the barrel.

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