It is hot.
a young man, affected and
slightly drunk,
is playing a conga drum in the heat.
I should shoot you right now,
says the captain of the boat.
What if you cause a fire playing that conga drum
on the deck in the hot sun?
Firemen swim out to the boat.
They climb nets
in time to the conga drum being played in the heat
by a tuna fish disguised as an actor.
I am a tuna fish, says the affected young man.
I should shoot you right now, says the captain of the boat.
It is hot on deck in the sun.
The firemen turn into seahorses wearing suspenders made from sugar cane.
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for Sunday Muse #193.