Never challenge a cuttlefish to a breakdancing competition, Though the cuttle flutters, it lacks rhythmic intuition, Oh that cuttlefish, that glut of muddling color Foremost flashes and flutters, to dance is not its mission. Go up to your discos, your rap battles on the shore, Befuddle some gutter mutt, and wage your dance war, The pacifist fish’s wish is to stay within the sea, But sadly one cannot breakdance on the ocean floor. You can drag the cuttlefish onto the sand without relief For the cuttle settles better in the wetter reef, Not set sweating, sweltering in a huddle, Cuddled up in an utter rut up on cuttlefish beach. However, this playing low, and your breakdancing desire Will be a worse moral rudder than any ruder writer, In a puddle, the cuttle cannot dance any better than in the coral— A gutless battle for the cuttle, you are no fair fighter. In the end I merely say, don’t pursue the cuttlefish, If perchance he seems to dance, don’t try to fulfill your wish, The cuttle’s color and flashy flutter make him suckered king, But he is just a mollusk, and serves you better in a dish.
— Camilla Johnson
Georgetowner 2020
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