Shrimp

I have trouble with seafood because it tastes like a dock.

~ Doug Coupland

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Tiger shrimp, tiger shrimp, burning bright
In the oceans of the night,
What immortal net or sea
Could frame thy weird-shaped symmetry?

In what distant deeps or nauticai        
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what pereiopods dare he aspire?
What the telson dare seize the fire?

And what shrimpy shoulder and what shrimpy art
Could twist the sinews of thy shrimpy heart?  
And when thy shrimpy heart began to beat,
What dread shrimpy hand and what dread shrimpy feet?

What the scampi? what the skewer?
Who dare clean platters until you're fewer?
What the cocktail? What dread grasp  
Dare its Red Lobster terrors clasp?

When the stars their shrimp forks threw down,
And water'd heaven as if to drown,
Did He smile His sea work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee, shrimpy?  

Tiger shrimp, tiger shrimp, burning bright

In the oceans of the night,

What immortal net or sea

Could frame thy weird-shaped symmetry?