Unwitting Prawn

He was an unwitting prawn in their plot, a hapless fuel for their manipulation; he realized only too late that he'd been skewered! It was at this point he'd been made a tool of once again... and there was something fishy about the whole affair. Shrimply speaking, he'd been haddock once again and there was nautilus he could do about it.

After accepting the facts of the matter, he resolved not to be made a red herring again. Looking into the past proved somewhat of a revelation to him - people had done this to him ever since he was a wee urchin. "Oh my Cod - kelp me!!!", he cried out in agony, but there was no answer to this plea. He was forced to admit that he was born to be the bait of everyone's trap - what a pickerel he was in! His was a skate job, but to his woe it made him eel just thinking about one more day of this shellish existence. How could he face another moment knowing that he'd soon be helplessly hooked on their line with no alternative but the net? Not one ray of hope could be his - doomed to the fate of being reefed... should he just clam up or would he be better off by singing out like he oyster do?

The dilemon was a sticky one - which was better; hootie or the blowfish? One thing was certain - carping about it would not make the situation better. So with the worries of tartar and the rest of the woes he had to face he began to write his last will and tentacle in preparation of the inevitable. Somehow this provided the solace he so badly needed - at last they would be whistling a different tuna after he was gone!