Whispered dreams drift in coral pauses,
A clownfish slips by in search of punchlines,
Only to find the octopus tangled in its own thoughts—
Five arms waving, yet none are free to applaud.
They say when you drown in laughter,
The sea has a darker punchline to deliver.
Skits and tales echo beneath the kelp,
Anemones shiver at fish jokes too punny for air.