709 Be ye not unequally yoked 9-15-17 (see word search box)

“Know what I really wish?”
bubbled the lovely cuddle fish
to her new amour.
“I wish that you could cuddle me more,
or is that too much to ask?”

She giggled through her gills
at the silliness of her gambit.
She had, she thought,
played it as a lark.

She knew, of course,
he couldn’t cuddle her more,
no matter how much it,
by she or he,
would be adored.

He was what he would always be,
a cuddler from a distance.
her lover was,
to their sadness,
a shark.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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