Fish for Cods sake

[Jerrybaldy]

Sweet silver fish swimming in the silent flow
Sweet white flesh from opaque eyes to tail
I could strip you now
suck the flesh
from your back bone
lemon suits you well
I want to drip it all over you
then remove your brain
and drop it
delicately
into a bucket
meet your new friend
tartare
you will get on well
you wont need that tail
I will re-introduce you to water
boiling
silver fish I loved you swimming free
but now its time for tea.

pun time poetry lovers. let them run free

[dafydd manton]

Battered, but unbowed! A chip off the old block. (OK, I'll shut up now) I must say, I liked that, rather puts me in mind of those Japanese restaurants where you choose your own fish. "Meet Wanda - you only need to take her out for one meal!"

Have a bunch of smarty points!!

D

[Jerrybaldy]

Dafyyd
You Welsh Sheffield south yorks man. I am growing very fond of our shared sense of humour. Hope its not mis-plaiced. if so we should skate over it
BW
JB

[dafydd manton]

Sorry, mate. Only a red herring.

[Jerrybaldy]

shame. we could have had a whale of a time.

[Jerrybaldy]

its only me and you replying. Im getting all tench.

[dafydd manton]

It'll be all whiting a minute. Bet you sick squid that somebody else comments.

[Jerrybaldy]

that was class. i love your school of thought. sure i will be herring from you again.

[dafydd manton]

Thanks!! I do it on porpoise!

[Bar22do]

You're such a good-hearted human creature, Baldy! Thank you in cod's name (fish are speechless...) and thank you for your enjoyable poem! Bar

[Jerrybaldy]

roe roe roe your boat

[dafydd manton]

Anyway, got to go. I'll kipper a look-out for you tomorrow.

[Jerrybaldy]

am out looking for the meek tomorrow. But will see you next tuesday

[dafydd manton]

I lay awake half the night worrying about you, then I thought "Eel be all right!"

[dafydd manton]

Jerry,

I'm bound to look a prat
If I mention not the Sprat,
And I'll bet you fifteen quid
That you'd thought about the squid.
Or shoving down your gullet
A tasty bit of mullet.

But don't go out your way
To try and cook a Ray
Or even trying to poach
A Dace, a Roach or Loach
Or feed your favourite wench
With a fillet of fine Tench.
And dining on Red Snapper
Leaves you stranded on the......plaice we dare not mention.

I wouldn't try too many
of the grotty little blenny
And I know you wouldn't like
some chips, some peas and Pike.

You're best off, on the whole
With a piece of Dover Sole.
But the one thing not to catch
Is crabs. They make you scratch

Yours sincerely

Sarcastic Fringehead. No, really, there actually is such a fish.

[Bar22do]

Here here, dafy, your verve makes me hungry, though I'll have rice and tofu and squash for diner... :idea:
Be all very well...

Bar, the mjukr

[kiz_paws]

Sweet silver fish swimming in the silent flow
Sweet white flesh from opaque eyes to tail
I could strip you now
suck the flesh
from your back bone
lemon suits you well
I want to drip it all over you
then remove your brain
and drop it
delicately
into a bucket
meet your new friend
tartare
you will get on well
you wont need that tail
I will re-introduce you to water
boiling
silver fish I loved you swimming free
but now its time for tea.

pun time poetry lovers. let them run free

I enjoyed this whimsical poem immensely; and reading through the various comments was very entertaining to say the least! :)

[dafydd manton]

Is it wise for somebody with paws to be near all this fish? Think of your digestive system!

[Jerrybaldy]

Dear Fringehead.
You have blown me away with your fringe and your poetic puns. Mostly the poetic puns. Fringes are over rated, scratching away at you forehead, obscuring your vision etc etc :)
cheers friend
JB

[Jerrybaldy]

Thank you Kiz paws
am intrigued by your name. Do you suffer fur balls ?
cheers
JB

[Jerrybaldy]

Bar
never mind the fish, watch them bullets ;)
JB

[dafydd manton]

Saw a brilliant group last week. Playing Sole Music, of course. Guitarist trained by Julian Bream, Bass player by Ray....Ray Davies. Some of their stuff was a load of carp, as I expalined to the old trout with me, but as we sat on our Perch, having a Dab at our foreheads because of the heat, I couldn't help but notice that most there had a Mullet hair-do. No deodorant. either at least it Smelt like it. The wife thought it was a load of Pollocks, so I told her not to be such a Snapper, she was getting out of breath, turning in to a right old Puffer, so I Carped a bit,entioned that they were discordantl needed a pian Tuna, but we ere plainly Flounder-ing, so we went back to our Plaice. It was a bit of a Bummalo, so we sang the last chorus of "Thank you for the Dace", although we felt that we might Flounder, and, though I Hake to say it, went home, to our little caravan with the Tarpon it. At least nobody played anything by Stiff Pilchard!! I behaved like an Angel, that night.

[Jerrybaldy]

dafydd
I am not shellfish you are the star(fish) of this post
JB

[Alexander III]

Im a bit late to comment on your poem JB, but I loved it. The description of the fish at first is beautiful and the bitter irony and the rhyme at the end is dam strong. You did put a drab mood on my dinner or salmon though :D

[Jerrybaldy]

Thanks Third
By the sea wherever
hope the salmon still tasted good ;)
JB

[dafydd manton]

This salmon........it better not have been someone I know. Incidentally, brilliant item on BBC Radio 2 this morning. Woman goes in to a French hotel, tries out her best French, orders a room for two people. Un chambre pour deux poisson!! Apparently the concierge had difficulty keeping a straight face!

[Jerrybaldy]

fish and hotel rooms .There is a link there ..