All things funny
Heres a little poem our local reef club did, enjoy.
Twas' the Night Before Coralmas, when all through my tank,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my 'pod, Frank.
The filter socks hung in their holders with care,
In hopes that the detritus would all land there.
The fish all lie down in their beds,
While visions of Rods-Food danced in their heads.
When out on the sandbed there
Updated 12-25-2010 at 02:52 PM by melev