On an evening damp and dark,
I saw a creature in the park.
Thought it was SJ shark.
Turns out it was a snark.* *How it got there — I’m in the dark.It enrolled in my class on a lark.
And it’s first question, hark:
“What can I do to make my mark?”* *Its bite was not as bad as its bark.Ultimately discovered a strange charmed quark.* *He told of his trip on the ark,
about the problems when he’d disembark,
about his first job as a narc,
and other that that held a spark.
But I ask you, would the Vogons approve?
Or my poetry?
Of the combination?
Or, of the shark?
Thank you, Joseph.