Green Whale from Forest Temple by Rectangle Creep

Don’t call me Ishmael
Don’t call anyone that
This isn’t that story

Get off the soapbox
So haphazardly erected on deck
Besides you’ll break your neck
Ocean as it is today

Things are almost over
And they’re nearing the end
You failed to note the
Going price of blubber

Of course
It’s to your advantage
You’re on the trail of your green whale

Green whale
Choked with flocculent glop
Mossified skin surface
Green whale

Breaking crest on the seaweed line
Fill up the sails now with
Buckets of busted wind
Green monster at the gunwale

Helmsman mind your trim
His chest became a cannon
And he shot out his heart
Steaming upon its mossy hide

Green whale

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