Fish Boy Hits the Teen Years Most girls scream, a bit, when his gills flare, They look away from his unblinking eyes, Lonely, yes, but a good boy, Mom never wants for brim, bass, catfish, He always takes the garbage out, And wonder of wonders, Leslie, redhead from Poughkeepsie, Likes the gills, and how they beat, Stares into the deep blue pools that are his eyes. So can a weird kid from Innsmouth Catch a break in upstate NY? He asks her to go swimming, Full moon reservoir starlight blaze— She'd love a midnight dip. Oh yes, the stars are right tonight!