Fatty The Frog Poem by bro oke

Once was a little fish Who thought, If I could make a dish I'd make it up with human parts So that they could get their just rewards. And just as he swam about in the sea A bigger fish came after him (don't know if he was actually a he.) And swallowed him right down Into the depths of the stomach where he was found. His final thoughts were on his demise: Perhaps it's not to be so wise And instead, look out for what is quite near Something we all should fear. For compassion is for those Who can on others impose A set of rules that serve as a yoke While to others is a joke. s