Missal from the City of the Sharp Nosed Fish

[munkinhead]

Send lemons Lord

[Hawkman]

Who is the Lord of lemons?

[hack]

There is an abandoned city dump
hard against the Nile.
The trash is full of pleas to gods
who have long been out of style.

The prayers there, if you don't count wealth,
share a single wish,
just a spritz of lemon
to liven up the fish.

[Jack of Hearts]

Mostly this reader marvels at what you write. This time he scratches his head (but likes the sentence all the same).


But at least we got a hack poem.





EDIT: And hack's poem seems to provide the missing context, this reader has noticed.






J

[hallaig]

Send gin to go with the lemons, Lord

[hillwalker]

Rather like a lamb bleating for mint sauce - bizarre and intriguing in equal measure.

H

[tailor STATELY]

This is so wonderful. I love poems whose titles are longer than the poems.

And hack, simply brilliant.

I read a different message: How can one make lemonade without lemons ? (metaphorically speaking)

As for gin, I'd settle for UNO.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY