Mizu: Hello one and all who have gathered here today to read the wonders of this poem. But before you do, you must go read and review I Am A Sea Cucumber and You Are A Sea Cucumber by the lovely authoress, Mizutaka for the inspirations of this poem, composed by both Mizutaka and Shade2 during a very wacked out phone call! And yes, I am typing in third person, so shut up.
Shade2: I had to write a narrative poem due the next day, and was rather stumped, so Mizu suggested an epic Harold and Lester (her sea cucumber creation and stuffed lobster, which, by the way kicks ass) poem. Both are male. While those stupid unlovebelieving bastards can run off screaming, and the rest of you accepting people can appreciate the Tragic Story! *sob*
Mizu: So yes, please be accepting, read, and review. If you do not listen to the slash-ish warning and still decided to flame us, well . . . we'll hunt you down an kill you. Okay? And now, all go an enjoy the first segement, or shall we say act, of the True Love: The Epic Tale of A Sea Cucumber And A Lobster saga!

Join me in the tale of an ill-fated love,
Between a lobster and a sea cucumber.

Harold the cucumber, covered in warts,
Never to find love, lonely and green,
Sat at the bottom of the tide pool.
His lonely cucumberish cry,
Heard only by homophobic flounders.
Bottom feeders, the lot of them.
For Harold had different, unaccepted loves,
He liked the men-folks,
No lady sea cucmbers for him.
'Twas a shame.

Then one stormy night.
Lester was swept into his life.
To the eyes of the lonely cucumber,
This lobster was heaven.
Reddish black shell and pretty sharp claws.
A fine figure of a lobster.
The beautiful whiskers waved in the still tide.
Calling Harold's name, beckoning him forward;
Beady black eyes met with green blobs,
The eyes of his soulmate.
Oh, the pain of this forbidden love.

The flounders went away,
Eyes not seeing the happiness,
Of Harold and Lester.
Lester's love blossomed -
For, cucumbers are prettier by moonlight,
Or perhaps through love's rose-tinted glasses.
Harold was smitten by his crustacean charm.

Tragedy struck, a hug went awry,
Lester's lovely sharp claws
Sliced Harold in half!
Oh, angst! Horror! Self-hatred!
Lester had killed his love!

The gooey sea cucumber blood
Stained his once lovely sharp claws.
Lester was alone -
His heart, much like the state of Harold.
There could be no one like his dead cucumber.
Beady eyes wept tears far too late.
And the tide came, leaving with the sorrowful Lester.

Lobster wept, alone, for life was nothing
Without Harold.
He wandered the ocean, searching for love,
But it was not to be.
Harold's body eaten by a seagull,
Lester by a lobsterman.
Fates intertwined still,
Enwrought in separate stomach acids.

So ends the ill-fated love,
Of a lobster and a sea cucumber.