A poem by Marcus Bales:

Mrs Kafka thought she’d seen the worst
That morning she and Mr Kafka burst
Through Franz’s door and saw the bed dwarfed
By carapace, and her boy metamorphed –
The worst, at least, until her husband threw
Down the aquarium, its contents too,
The sea invertebrates he’d been collecting.
“Why …” But Mr Kafka, interjecting,
Growled for every husband’s lost hegemonies:
“With Franz like this, who needs anemones?”