Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Sea Cucumber

An animal and not a plant,
A sea cucumber I do be.
I do bloat up and gallivant
Far across the floor of the sea.
Scavenging on this and on that,
My tentacles sift through the sand,
And help to clean the habitat
Across the seas that I have spanned.
I'm called a cucumber, I guess,
Because I do resemble such.
I've never seen one, I confess,
But that doesn't bother me much.

Humans do like my kind a bunch,
And often we are served for lunch.