There once was a lobster from Rochester

There once was a lobster from Rochester

with a cleft palate. It was a sucky deformity for a lobster off the coast of Lake Ontario to have. Those dumped fertilizers and chemicals got all up in the opening, and

caused her to be the only nymphomaniac lobster in the world. She was sure a sight to behold. With no male lobsters in sight she was as normal as a lobster with a cleft palate could

be except she was attracted to sea cucumbers.Waiting in the surf until she saw a colorfully patterned specimen with chic black tattoo "Speedo",she give it a nip of her lobster claw

and watched it squirt into the see, lust in her eyes. She'd do that for hours, until sunset at least most days, then shuffle off to her home in the cave under the sea, never to

emerge until that one time sea urchins were all up in her shit. She did not want the porpoises to think of her as a crazy urchin lady, or the dolphin gangs would laugh at her.

Det. Manitee, one of few maritime animals who was untouchable during prohibition. He knew the orphan urchin was the key witness to the case of the dolphin bootleggers.

Uncertain about the best method of uncovering their criminal activities, he decided to visit the Red Predictor, a mysterious psychic shark with knowledge of the dolphins' crimes.

"The tides are about to turn for the dolphins," intoned the Red Predictor. "But you must delve deeper into your own motives before you can discover their porpoises."