What could it be,
this thing from the sea.
POP could not commit,
Dave thought conch might be it.
Three Collie thought it to be a steed.
Cathy said NO, it's roe,
not some sea horse toe.
Robin admired our painting pluck,
and proposed it might be goeduck.
Hurricane Teen got off track,
he's a teen and had a mullet hunger attack.
Pop came back for seconds,
but still seemed stumped ... I reckon.
Sophie's on the road again,
her guess was missing or ... mighty thin.
Deb was distracted and all atwitter,
at memories of Virgin Island conch fritters.
Hal knew one thing that could not be denied,
If it's southern, it better be fried.
It's not conch, goeduck, or lizard,
It's part of the mullet, we call it the gizzard!
Yes, mullet have gizzards just like a bird.
You heard it from FC so you know it's the WORD!
This poem is all through,
If you commented after Hal my apologies to you.