jeffrey jones


Poor Old Ozzy-Fish Food.I Wrote This Poem After Hearing About The Assassination Of Osama Bin Laden On The Bbc News. - Poem by jeffrey jones

V1 Four fathoms deep beneath a sky/Of azure blue in silence lies/Our Ozzy in a navy-vest/They laid him out in Sunday-best// V2 No virgins' kisses greet his lips/Which fishes nibble bit-by-bit/Two holes appear in his head/They were his eyes but now he's dead// V3 That index finger once raised high/It now shows fishes where to bite/And floats around beneath the waves/In still silence between ships' graves// V4 Our Ozymandias of the seas/Who soon pronounces dire decrees/At fishes aimed are his fatwas/Because they bit him in the arse// V5 Four fathoms deep our Ozzy lies/And pearls stare out where once were eyes/His bones now gleam in pale moonlight/He dwells in everlasting night.///

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 15, 2015


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