A poem about Bad Sushi (Based on my experiences)

He’s such a bad phobie.

But that’s exactly what makes him good.
He gets underestimated so easily
That he flies right under the hood.

Slowly flopping towards the enemies’ side
Taking every flop in his stride.

He waits and he listens
For the perfect time.
And then he strikes!
Poisoning em into a lime.

And then of course, the foe can never decide
Whether to defend themself or to keep him alive.
For those are the only options that they see
For everyone underestimates bad sushi.


Beautiful poem


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