I straddles
seahorses,
painted
on a plate
who sows perfectly
with a hat.

The gates of deep are opening,
again
the annelids undo
orange scarves-
In sign of "Welcome!"

I pierced
The moving
bright shoal;
we duel
with
the swordfish ...
and
at the candlelight
stay at counsel
with
mother octopus-
mistress of the sea.

When the vanity beats
the bedtime
we go outside
to eat
the delicious
samp-sun
matron
among
the huge clouds
of
cream cheese

And as we were
good kids,
we receive a reward:
a little kiss
of cloud
on a mustache.