This is a poem
About sea
creatures.
Pay attention to
Morals it
features.
“You cannot have
that,”
The shellfish
began.
“For that is all
mine,
So don’t steal
it, man.”
This scene was
the norm
For Stanley the Shrimp.
He might have
been small
But he’s not a
wimp.
He’d go to great
lengths
To not help his
friends.
His selfishness
knew
No bounds and no
ends.
“No” was his
answer
For questions
like these:
“Can I have a
taste
Of your candy,
please?”
Or “May you help
me
With my math
homework?”
Stanley would
ignore
And act like a
jerk.
His egotism
Would hurt him
one day.
Which brings us
all now
To the Sea Buffet.
Stanley sat next
to
Clarice the Clownfish,
Who was feeling
sad
Eating her
knish.
She had just
been dumped
By Matt Manta
Ray;
She needed
comfort
To brighten her
day.
Unlucky for her,
The shrimp did
not care.
She listed her
woes;
He fixed her a
stare.
When Clarice saw
that
Stan had not
listened,
Her face grew so
long
And her tears
glistened.
“Stanley is so
mean,”
she shouted to
all.
“He cares just
for him,
He dares to have
gall.
Yes, ‘selfish
shellfish’
We shall call
this jerk.
Care for others,
Stan,
Get rid of that
smirk.”
Stanley the
shrimp just
Stared straight
at Clarice.
“I won’t change
my ways,
Cannot, will not
cease.”
This attitude
won’t
Make him a
friend;
All it will do
is
Lead to a dead
end.
But Stan did not
care,
His ego was
stoked.
If anything now,
The shrimp felt
provoked.
Now the
crustacean
Made it his main
goal
To not help the
fish
And just be a
troll.
He popped kids’
balloons
That were in his
way.
He cut in all
lines.
Why? He would not say.
Justice must
come to
This self-centered
shrimp.
He needs to be
changed
And given a
crimp.
Stan’s fate
befell him
On Tuesday that
week.
He’d insulted
fish
And been a big
pique.
At last Lance Lobster
Taught Stan a
lesson
At lunch time in
the
Delicatessen.
When eating his
‘wich
Lance saw Stan’s
low tip.
He walked to the
shrimp
And made a smart
quip.
“Your tip fits
your size,”
Said Lance to
Stanley.
“Don’t
compensate for
Not being
manly.”
Stan did not
expect
To be insulted;
He was so mean
but
Nothing
resulted.
He opened his
mouth
To make a reply,
But nothing came
out,
He just gave a
sigh.
“Don’t be so
selfish,”
Reprimanded
Lance.
“If you help
others
You’ll make
friends, perchance.”
Stanley pondered
this
New information.
His paradigms
changed:
A new
crustacean.
Now to this day
Stan
Thinks about
others.
He helps the
fish and
Cares for their
druthers.
The moral of
Stan
Is don’t make
his bish.
Be like the new
shrimp:
Unselfish
shellfish.
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