Twilight Zone

Shark!

Baby, there’s a shark in the bathroom,
A sharp shooter in a silver suit,
Shapeshifting in the shadows,
Blue and Evil on his mind.

Baby, there’s a shark on the ceiling,
A debt collector with a bottle-opening tail,
Smudging nature’s paint work,
Soup stain on his soul.

Baby, there’s a shark in the mirror,
A ’63 roadster on the prowl,
Cryptic grey striped camouflage,
Guarded question in his eyes.

Baby, there’s a shark in the water,
A trigger-happy revolutionary,
Swimming against a crimson tide,
Pelagic Tiger by my side.