What Will They Think of Me

I've never been upon the land,

I've only been within the sea.

I can't help but to imagine,

What the landlings think of me.

They have feet and legs,

I have fins and a tail,

They live with cats and dogs,

while I live with a whale.

What the landlings would think of me,

With my fin and tail and gills,

If I crawled from beneath this sea,

Wetting and sanding their frills,

And things.

Oh things.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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