Average Jane Misses Her Sea-Monkeys

I ran across this lovely poem at run jen run and had to share it with you:

Don’t Call Me a Brine Shrimp

Don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
A Sea-Monkey® of love.
I confound scientists
Sprung to life from just a little pouch.
I have three eyes
Because I just can’t get enough of you.
We will make sweet love
Behind the glow-in-the-dark treasure chest
Or not.
I am also asexual.

Don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
A Sea-Monkey® of love.
Please remember to give me one level spoon
Of specially formulated Sea-Monkey® food
Once each week
And I promise you this:
Hours and hours of fun
Until I die within one to two years.
Or sooner
If you forget to feed me.

I am not a brine shrimp.
Do brine shrimp live in rocket ship homes?
Can brine shrimp perform tricks?
Do brine shrimp bring laughter to children the world over?
Have brine shrimp known love?

I am a giant.
I am a clown.
I am an astronaut.
I am a hunter.

So don’t call me a brine shrimp.
I am a Sea-Monkey®,
Your Sea-Monkey® of love.

If my love for this poem makes no sense to you, read my Sea-Monkey Diaries.