Oh Perfervid Pilchards Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Oh perfervid pilchards
you are so eager to spill your source onto the kitchen sink
then some on the floor
I will throw you out onto some toast
buttered slightly brown
for you are to be eaten for my tea
I shall not boast

I'll swallow you down and smile
and you will not flinch
for you were made dead long ago
your coffin kept you fresh
and sent you on a journey at my behest

To make my belly full
for now
and keep the world at rest

for if my belly was not full
there would ensue wars and bitter disputes
or a change in government
at least that's what I'd hope