"What, me hurry?"
The walrus and the carpenter are needed right away
to clean up all the oysters clogging up ol' Tokyo Bay.
The sailing and the swimming and the floating are in peril,
as oysters that are roguish become vicious and quite feral.
Olympic water contests have been halted to consider
will they risk the athletes or give in to failure bitter.
Those darn Pacific oysters glue themselves to all debris
that floats upon the waters to a terrible degree.
They could sink an iceberg or a coal barge or a ferry;
they can't be served with lemon cuz they ain't too sanitary.
(I hope that this fiasco doesn't lead to hari kari.)
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