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bubble, fish, poem, poetry, spirit level
I’d once a job now thought as green
Involving doing things marine.
My job involved collecting gas
That issued from a fish’s ass.
I’d dive into the briny deep,
Collecting fishes’ farts to keep.
I needed ones of different size
But found it wasn’t very wise
To sneak up on a shark’s behind
When it had murder on its mind.
For small ones I was always keen
To find a flatulent sardine.
So if you feel you’re in a rut,
This job is interesting – but,
It really is a lot of trouble
To get a spirit level bubble.
© Dennis N. O’Brien, 2011
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