I really don’t like eels
Those fish give me the creeps
I really don’t like sea snakes
That roam beneath the deeps
Now chefs will speak of flavor
Of some well-seasoned feast
But I shall speak of horror
Those fish give me no peace

Their body’s one big muscle
The texture I abhor
Their teeth are sharp and many
Like beasts from Predator
They could be dead or living
Thin, Conger, or Moray
Yet from Anguilliformes
I wish to stay away

Imagine if you’re swimming
And something rubs your thigh
It’s smooth and strong and slimy
You dive down to see why
And then a jaw attacks you
Its eyes and head you see
I bet you would hate eels
And soon agree with me