3. Sushi

Sushi went in; and water came out.

Who was the culprit, the cause of my shouts.

"Was it the salmon," "or was it the trout?"

"Was it the shrimp; that caused me this doubt?"

The porcelain verbrates; from the powerful spout.

Then slows to a trickle, "is it all out?"

The culprit escaped, this violent bout.

But sushi is something, I can't live without.