Nice one, Ralph :-)
I wrote some sort of take on Tennyson's Eagle during NaPoWriMo, but I don't know whether it's parody, in the strict sense.
The Fish
She sails the seas with silken spines;
Amidst the waves in languid lines,
One with the turquoise tides she shines.
The weathered rock above her looms;
She shelters in the tumbling spumes,
Then, like a submarine, she zooms.
Probably a bit rubbish, but fun to write!
Best wishes,
Fliss
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