A Cormorant Conversation

Chris and Christine were meeting for the first time. Chris almost looks like he is crooning. It went like this.

CHRIS:
"Thank you for meeting me
on the metal pipe.
I think you are special,
I think you're my type."

CHRISTINE:
"I'm just not sure
that I am your type.
You been eating fish,
'cuz your breath...it be ripe."

CHRIS:
"I have had some herring,
and my breath might be ripe.
That your only complaint,
that your only gripe?"

CHRISTINE:
"I don't think you've achieved
your cormorant hype,
and the truth of it is...
I'm probably not your type."

That's how it went
between Chris and Christine.
They won't be becoming...
the bird king and queen.