Tiki Cartouche

Was a hanai, cousin of Katya’s,

He was a cousin by bond, not blood

They had a deep spiritual connection 

and shared many adventures.

Plus, Tiki drove the Time Machine.

Besides, Tiki had friends who were

important gods from the realm of Tiki Dom.

He was not someone to mess with

Tiki Cartouche was a fishing GOD!

Suzy Pacu from South America knew.

The Japanese Koi twins, Hiroshi and Sachi

banked left

When they saw his face

peering down at them

pondering today’s method for their demise.

They shit little brown fish pellets

When they escaped that last time

Recounting it  now over a brew

with friends on Fish Brook

Later,  after Sachi Fin-Stagrammed

A blurry pic of that massively ugly face

peering down into their living room

It horrified them even more.

Astounding what with progress and all

They were still being terrorized

by that seven-foot wooden man wearing shell earrings, with shells for eyes.

Lucy the catfish had looked once and had reported on

A hulking great shadow and heard a mysterious loud drone behind it, and

sitting atop his shoulders, numerous white angelic creatures with wings.

Lucy was akamai; she had called them cattle egrets, which had mystified them all.              They were certainly outnumbered. 

It was bad enough that they had to watch for

Sadie the Fish Hawk, who often dropped her prey onto the muddy banks.

Sadie had cannibalized poor Archie in front of all of them.

Archie had been in denial about his weight. 

Better to be safe, Lucy had said

And whatever you do

Don’t stare into Tiki’s eyes or he will pluck them out and fillet you.

OMG, what is a fillet?  They all gasped among themselves, 

For no one wanted to admit they didn’t know.

Wishing and swishing panic-stricken around the pond, 

digging in and burying themselves inches below the mud.

Tiki couldn’t get them now

Or so they thought. 

12/27/25