Preferring The Horn

The pauper porpoise poet
Was a very poor porpoise indeed
As she spent all of her lobster money
On copious ammounts of mead
She read her poems at open mics
But her words were all at sea
Apart from one fine night, she got it right
And flipped her flippers with glee!
Some thought she was a dolphin
Which would really piss her off
And one even called her "Flipper"
She told him to foff!
Yet she found him quite attractive
He was a swordfish, well endowed
And when she saw how 'sharp' he was
Their marriage was avowed
Yet the swordfish had become suspicious
At his wifes peculiar drool
He thought it was her pregnancy
Until the babies born, half porpoise, half narwhal!
The swordfish had seen it coming
As he was sharp, and on the ball
And wreaked his revenge on his love rival
By skewering the helpless narwhal
The porpoise lost her purpose
And mourned the narwhals horny ways
As she swam away with her children
For one thousand, and ninety-five days
She called her babies NarPors
Until the age of three
When she then named them all Flipper
Because that's how she rolled!

by Jemia