Dream No.6, Same old fish

Mozart and I were at the fishmonger's.
"You have a problem."
"What?"
"About that indecisive behaviour of yours."
"What about?"
"You're not gonna get any girlfriends like that."
"I like haddock," trying to steer the subject away.
"You're not gay are you?"
"Not Tintin Haddock, captain."
I bought a Dory.
"What about that girl with fishnet stockings?"
"Mmm, Gobi, quite a catch."
"Use a good bait."
"Mmm," that indecisiveness again.
"You want me to cast it for you?"
I struck upon a resolute, and threw a die.
As much as I like the K.331, casting a net in the muddy waters bore me no comfort.