| A shark was out hunting and spied a wee fish, ‘I’ll have her for dinner. She’ll make a nice dish.’ But as he gave chase, he felt an emotion-- stronger than hunger--it was love and devotion. |  |
‘Look how she swims. She has style and grace.’
Each swish of her tail, made his beating heart race.
‘Your eyes are delightful, your scales are divine.
I promise to spare you, if you will be mine.’
The fish, tired of swimming, succumbed to his charm,
and as the shark promised, she came to no harm.
But she’s ever so careful when holding him tight,
in case he forgets and he gives her a bite!
Poem © 2016 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2015 Jion Sheibani
Each swish of her tail, made his beating heart race.
‘Your eyes are delightful, your scales are divine.
I promise to spare you, if you will be mine.’
The fish, tired of swimming, succumbed to his charm,
and as the shark promised, she came to no harm.
But she’s ever so careful when holding him tight,
in case he forgets and he gives her a bite!
Poem © 2016 Rebecca Colby
Illustration © 2015 Jion Sheibani
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