caz 123

Revenge Of Fishy

Fisherman,
what's that?
there
in the water!

With scales like silky pearls. Darting gracefully in and out of the emerald skyscrapers.

'Get it! '

Reel jiggles
Fishy wriggles
Fisherman giggles

As he clouts fishy over the head with a blood stained mallet and chops off his head. A bloodthirsty executioner.

Supper tonight
Fish pie.

Fishy buried in a grave of mash potato, floating in a sea of murky water.

Fisherman chokes on a Fishy bone

He wriggles
and jiggles

but there is no giggling once he's gone...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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