11+

i cried so hard i could not see
a coral reef inside of me,
thatched with grass
&syllable stance

fish by name
colors askew,
a dime a dozen
with flipper my cousin

i sought so light to clog my thought
every sonar wish
i welcomed to bite,
hooks worst advice

to weep is woe in mask,
giving grimace honor.
only before ones girl friend,
page, is pure cheek.