Blundering O'Bloat floats again!
Tu, two, to, too many, much, mud n’ maniacs.
Here ends impromptu! Except a slew not in book two.
Mere comments responding to, now, reflect a few thought through too.
Still patrolling, sub-surface, an unconscious sea
and unknowing of purpose but, in all honesty.
Devoid any service, lest one likes what they see
in annoying, staid verses, cast ichthyologically.
An author indeed, I'd no wish nor intention,
just some fun to read that garnished attention.
Could it be the world needs more weird fish ascension
or these fertile deeds of merely foolish dimension?