POEMS OF THE WIND... BY BARNACLE BOOB

IF WE WERE STUCK ON A SECLUDED ISLAND..,

THE STARS WOULD DANCE IN THE NIGHT SKY,

MY COMPANION, FOR MY HUNGER HE WOULD DIE,

KELP AND OYSTERS AS STUFFING SO THICK,

FROM THE SKIN TO THE BONE, MY FINGERS I LICK

HE WAS A FRIEND HE WAS A HERO,

BUT I AM NUMBER ONE AND HE IS ZERO