Mother Carp Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Mother Carp



First was the violin,
its plaintive melody
arousing drummerboy
bass cello, and the harp,
they'd play a symphony
to drummerboy's sly grin.
All little fishies sang the 'fish ahoy'
and dove into the mouth of Mother Carp.

Sunday, December 7, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: fish
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