I ran across this lovely poem at run jen run and had to share it with you:
Don’t Call Me a Brine Shrimp
Don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
A Sea-Monkey® of love.
I confound scientists
Sprung to life from just a little pouch.
I have three eyes
Because I just can’t get enough of you.
We will make sweet love
Behind the glow-in-the-dark treasure chest
Or not.
I am also asexual.Don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
A Sea-Monkey® of love.
Please remember to give me one level spoon
Of specially formulated Sea-Monkey® food
Once each week
And I promise you this:
Hours and hours of fun
Until I die within one to two years.
Or sooner
If you forget to feed me.I am not a brine shrimp.
Do brine shrimp live in rocket ship homes?
Can brine shrimp perform tricks?
Do brine shrimp bring laughter to children the world over?
Have brine shrimp known love?I am a giant.
I am a clown.
I am an astronaut.
I am a hunter.So don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
Your Sea-Monkey® of love.
If my love for this poem makes no sense to you, read my Sea-Monkey Diaries.
HI-Larious!
Posted by: Pharmgirl | July 21, 2007 at 11:16 AM
OMG, what a riot!
I still have not recovered from the Sea Monkey Debacle of 1972.
Posted by: jessica | July 23, 2007 at 10:44 AM