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The Sophisticated Shark!



Like it is always
It still is...
Once upon a time
There was a shark named Klein.

Klein was cool
And he was smart
Everyone feared him
They had to after all
Coz he was a Shark!

Klein was proud
Immaculate fur texture
Eyes filled with spite
Teeth triangular clean sparkling white.

Fishes ran amok
Shops shuttered down
When long horns blew
Hide! Klein is in town!

But things wouldn't remain
Coz they are never the same
That day changed Klein's life
The day his eyes fell on his future wife!

She waded through waters
Around her a strange sound warp
Until he observed the source
She was playing a harp.

His eyes met hers
Her eyes met his
This was love at first sight
Not a month long fizz.

They smiled at each other
Donna was her name
Little did he know
She would be the reason
For his claim to musical fame.

Bemused, Klein was with the harp
Donna was more than happy
To please Klein's friends
With a song party.

He learnt the chords
Spent days in attic
To master the notes
So they etched in his mind static.

The D-Day came
His hard work had paid
Stage was set and dignitaries arrived
Best flowers all laid.

He dressed that day
In his Armani attire best
And played and played
At his zestful best.

Crowd was serenaded
Not a fish flapped
With all their fins
Vigorously they clapped.

Encore!Encore!
Was all they shouted
Once his performance finished
Daze expression - not a single face flouted.

Humility touched Klein
When he received such adulation
From that day onwards
No fish died of his strangulation.

This is the story
Of Klein the Shark
Who was sophisticated
And played a harp.

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  1. OMG.. applause! I cant say anything.. totally enjoyed this one!

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