How long was out, that time?
I was prowling around on the bottom of the sea,
scouring and scrounging in the mud in front of me.
Just clowning around like a catfish should be,
and found mud clouds now abound to where I wish I could see.
I upend my tail and open my mind.
Extending barbels to flail and going fine, although blind.
An appendage sends hail of a trail where I'd find
another delicious, giant snail on a scale of my kind...
I follow my feelers..to a formed tail,..that's splayed?
A hollow at the cleavage and scales of the best grade?!
When my fin felt some skin, as my whiskers pervade...
it sinks into my chin, I've freshly frisked a miffed mermaid.