There once was a girl with a fish for a hat, Walking down the road folk would comment - It’s reet queer, is that. But in all of her days not once was she phased As she lowered her glasses to reveal a ‘bino pink gaze. With the smile set demurely she implored them to tolerance But lo, what is this! Yes surely a final straw… And on sight of the eel boa, looks askance; speak no more. fuckyeahillustration: http://www.flyokayillustration.com/

There once was a girl with a fish for a hat,

Walking down the road folk would comment - It’s reet queer, is that.

But in all of her days not once was she phased

As she lowered her glasses to reveal a ‘bino pink gaze.

With the smile set demurely she implored them to tolerance

But lo, what is this! Yes surely a final straw…

And on sight of the eel boa, looks askance; speak no more.

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http://www.flyokayillustration.com/

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