I’ll make Pisces win and win and win!
Where else can Prakash go with his sin?
Can Albanese have any better kith and kin?
In treachery, he and Prakash Saint Paul are twin
Aquarius, sorry, I can’t make your day!
Because, between crab and fish, I can’t say
The moon seems it will never rise too soon
It will always be the 58th hour, even if Trump is noon
Albanese, do you always have to fart from your mouth?
Do you know whether you are cod or trout?
Prakash was a pretentious hypocrite all throughout
I am not fooled by the pretensions of a treacherous lout
So, Aquarius, you can go your own way!
The deep sea will swallow us anyway
I know homo is okay, but, with fish, it’s never gay
Can Atlas/31 be our saviour; or could it be nay!