This has been going round and round in my head for a while now, so maybe writing it down will help get it out of my system.
If you don’t like puns, I’m sorry. Very, very sorry.
When you’re diving the reef and an eel bites your feet,
That’s a moray.
When the newscaster’s tie flickers, hurting your eye,
That’s a moiré.
When a Mexican sauce contains chocolate, of course,
That’s a molé.
When a great Templar knight curses kings, burning bright,
That’s de Molay.
When a Biblical scene has cross-hatching that’s keen,
That’s a Doré.