tuna.

For my poetry class we were told to write an object poem of something unexpected so I chose tuna..aka one of my favorite things ever. We had to have a certain number of syllables per line which was kind of hard but I think it turned out good!

Mmmmmmmmmmmm, nothing compares to a tuna melt... but anyway, here's my poem!

CHICKEN OF THE SEA

Tin can like cat food,

smelly, soggy, squished.

Patterns - pink and tan

matching my tiny fingerprint.

The stench that I smell

so salty and sharp,

coats the room like a pungent paste

but I do not flinch.

Blanketed with cheese,

melted cheddar snow

from the sizzling heat

of my plugged in toaster oven.

Clothed in slick seaweed

crispy with a crunch

battered but without any harm

though sprinkled in zing.

A prey to felines,

the star of their dreams.

Swimming and swishing

proudly crowned “chicken of the sea”.

Please stray from planets

mercury, I mean.

I’d rather you stay closer to earth,

like in my stomach.

Fins flick and shimmer,

with insides so pink,

a bright splash of life

behind metallic robot scales

My breath begs, “please no”

but my stomach growls

I lick my lips - prepare to pounce

Tuna, Mmmmm, Tuna.