Tu, To, Two, Too much mud, fun n' maniacs
Here ends impromptu!
Except a slew not in book two.
Mere comments responding to,
now, reflect a few thought through too.
Still patrolling, sub-surface, an unconscious sea
and unknowing of purpose but, in all honesty.
Devoid any service, lest one likes what they see
in annoying, staid verses, cast ichthyologically.
An author indeed, was not my intention,
just fun for posting that got some attention.
Could it be the world needs more weird fish ascension
or these fertile deeds of merely foolish dimension?
Oh yes, we did!
The next ride from Fish Pants Dance Antics Ranch is loose and swimming. Last seen floating the stream out of Beada Beadas' marina headed where it can be seen at your favorite social media
Catch your dual, fun fueled, deep woods and water wandering, finned friends, Namazu and Blundering O’Bloat, in their subsequent nautical escapade, encapsulated in this, “Another Hundred Hints of Mythic Catfish Existence”.
Featuring the the widely unknown and entirely true tale of why we Scriggle!
Wag, wink, grin n' tail fin..oh, and of course, SpLaSh!