A Fish Commissioner Poem by Ambrose Bierce

A Fish Commissioner



Great Joseph D. Redding-illustrious name!
Considered a fish-horn the trumpet of Fame.
That goddess was angry, and what do you think?
Her trumpet she filled with a gallon of ink,
And all through the Press, with a devilish glee,
She sputtered and spattered the name of J.D.

Friday, September 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fish
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Ambrose Bierce

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