The Tripled Tongued Trout

The tripled tongued trout
His eyes all a bug
Grown long in the snout
His tail a green slug

He slithers through reeds
In ankle deep stout
Where dirty are deeds
Of the triple tongued trout

If green are his scales
His lips would be blue
If long be his lashes
His lids would be too

A barnacle crust
Lines his spine in a row
So never do trust
To dip even your toe

The slime squeeze between
His two crooked teeth
Sticks hardy and green
To your two bottom feet

When try to pull free
You squeal with a shout
Who else could it be
But the triple tongued trout

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