You know, I'm of the mind
To write a poem of a different kind
In which there is a different rhyming pattern.
Something, something, something, Saturn.
Granted, it was a Red-stripe Basculin (I think it's slightly rarer in White/2?) but it doesn't even LOOK all that different >.< One of those cheap, "slightly-brighter" shinies.
Also, apologies for not being on Skype as of late. I've been job hunting, and one possibility came up for an American company (their Galway branch); if I got it it'd be amazing, but the actual process is pretty arduous. Had an assessment for them on Tuesday, have a medical (a MEDICAL!) tomorrow, and possibly an actual interview on Friday or something, so I'm kept busy.
Until our next Skype talk, I look forward to your next limerick. :P