The Salmon Of Knowledge! ! Poem by Greg Costello

This poem suggests that youngest Fionn McCool,
Found tough the challenges of early school,
And pointless he attend some fledgeling college,
Prior to gaining all one fishes knowledge.

To speak of this his parents had no wish,
And scoffed when others tried to make a fuss;
For Destiny deemed one all-knowing fish,
Would turn the boy from dunce to genius.

For now the outdoor life it suited so,
In to an expert hunter he would grow,
And time was his to practice homegrown sports,
Whilst roaming hill and dale with his cohorts. -

The legend goes that one day in the woods,
Fionn angled with the bard old Finnegas,
Who'd fished for seven years and caught but duds,
This scaly prize, remained unfound, alas.
The poet sat and cursed the River Boyne,
Held captive for so long, this famed Bradan,
Then tellingly a tugging on his line,
A change of luck, brought by this amadan. -

Then at the man's request, Fionn gently cooked,
The fabled salmon, Finnegas had hooked,
Then eyeing on it's skin, a blister linger,
Popped it with his thoughtless index finger.

To soothe the stinging, Fionn employed his mouth,
And as his brain had long since drifted South,
Impossible it seems to understand,
He cooled a digit from his unburned hand!

As Finnegas bore witness to this act,
And ignoring Destiny with Fionn it's pact,
Ingested the whole Salmon double-quick,
For fear it go to waste on one so thick.