Said the shark to the Flying Fish over the phone: “Will you join me tonight? I am dining alone. Let me order a nice little dinner for two! And come as you are, in your shimmering blue.”
Said the Flying Fish: “Fancy remembering me, And the dress I wore at Porpoises’ tea!”
“How could I forget?” said the Shark in his guile: “I expect you at eight!” and rang off with a smile.
She has powdered her nose; she has put on her things; She is off with one flap of her luminous wings. O little one, lovely, light-hearted and vain. The Moon will not shine on your beauty again!
-by E.V. Rieu, taken from the book The Haunted House and Other Spooky Poems and Tales by Gladys Schwarcz and Vic Crume.