A Comatose Herring Poem by Andrew Hamm

Ahem

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,
Tomorrow,
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.