A Fishy-Wishy Wash. Poem by Michael Gale

A Fishy-Wishy Wash.



A fish is a fish...
Until-it's an eaten dish.

Have no bones to pick here...
Another spicey fare, is doe or deer.

When is a deer not a deer? ...
When it is a tractor, hear?

Did you hear about the genie
who got rubbed the wrong way? ...
He wasn't in the mood to play.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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