Andrew Hamm

Rookie (Chesterfield, UK)

A Comatose Herring - Poem by Andrew Hamm


A beautiful fish, how sad,
That he became comatose -
A comatose herring alas
Comatose alas.
He fell into his coma,
Fell into it,
Yesterday as he got caught
By a fishing rod.
But there is hope
For better days,
Soon, I hope,
It's possible.

Part 2

O herring
In a coma,
I have a proposition to make:
I'll get you out of that coma.
Soon there'll be happy days,
When I get you out of that coma,
That blights you so.
Alas, the coma
Is not to be,
As my friend - Peter - will
Help me.
Together we'll get you out
Of that coma
Which blights you so, alas,
We shall help you.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A fake translation of the Russian poem 'The Kalmyk Steppe'.

Comments about A Comatose Herring by Andrew Hamm

  • Gold Star - 17,115 Points Bri Edwards (9/27/2013 2:15:00 PM)

    one of the more interesting poems in the contest. i like how it moves along swiftly. i can't help thinking frying pan? i score it good; maybe it's better. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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