The Turtles and the Lobsters

The turtles creep out of the sea

Ever so anxious not to be seen.

They shuffle up the sandy beach

Until the restaurants they reach

There the lobsters lay in wait,

Reflecting on their grizzly fate:

To be eaten by a head of state,

Off a silver-gilded plate.

The waiters leave to check the rice,

The turtles leap to the trays of ice,

In one fail swoop they seize their loot,

Then disappear to evade pursuit.

 Freed from their plight,

The lobsters dash off in flight.

The waiters watch exasperated,

The turtles smile much elated.

Turning tail and running,

Ever so pleased with their cunning,

They race back to the ocean.

Causing quite a commotion.

The boy called Will

There once was a boy called Will,

Who didn’t like that fish were killed.

Seeing ice-trays of seafood,

He thought rather crude,

And, though he liked fishing,

He spent his whole life wishing,

The world was a little less cruel.

So one day he moved to the ocean shores,

To learn first-hand about fishing folklore.

He soon realised that fish stocks were dwindling,

With no hope of numbers re-kindling

And that overfishing shoudn’t be ignored.

He voyaged the seas far and wide,

Enduring tempestuous seas and dangerous tides,

Studied the distribution of cod

And the number of dolphin pods.

Discovering everything from giant squid,

To enormous aquatic pigs.

He became a legendary sailor,

Admired by even Japanese whalers.

So with intelligence and tact,

He laid out the facts,

Convincing them all,

That over-fishing
 Just isn’t cool.