An Ode to Tofu Fishsticks
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They never swam beneath the sea,
But that's how they were presented to me.

Cut from slabs of pearly white,
then bobbed and dipped so they taste right.

And then the breading got thrown in,
To hide their soybean origin.

Finally they found my plate,
and met their doomed digestive fate.

Fillet imposters they may be,
but just as good they were to ... she.