Shhh! ...hark.

 
Shhh! ...hark-
Often it happens, and lots with low-T.,
when the shit gets excited 'n' fouls up the P.,
that fish once united, are now schools apart,
and captains of ships command shots in the dark.
While the sea urchins see, and sea casualties rise,
embarks a shit surgeon to clear up our eyes.
Prescripts are decided, and letters remarked,
but first we must cut off the fin of the shark.
I've seen this before with trout and with carp,
they tend to get fat, spawn dull, and fail sharp.
And as with all warning of swimming upstream,
any earmark of headway reinforces the dream.
So with hope, art and tail, and quick open heart,
U can't seem to now tell, where U end or U start.
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In practice, procedure went smooth (nuts surprised),
'fact is, bark of dad's more or less now as advertised.
So if C. is the fix to table lil' P., I'll withstand my prick
while you circ-fish the tank in order to snark all the D.
More obscure than elusive when lost in the parking,
and strap-on opinions just make you more snarky.
In the mix how's this surgeon without U or me,
but a discount bottom feeder without any T?