Crab-Catcher Ned is no more, he is dead.
They found him pan-fried in his skillet.
And Whaler-man Bill seemed quite healthy until
I thought “I could murder a fillet!”
Since time immemorial folk piscatorial
dined on ancestors of mine.
And that’s why I killed him, I gutted and grilled him.
He tasted so good with some wine!
You hook us, mistreat us, you bake, fry and eat us
but now I am coming for YOU!
I’ll sink all your ships and eat sailors with chips,
with ketchup and tartare sauce too!
So go tell your skipper my name: “Jack the Kipper!”
Go tell him I’m coming to meet him!
Eel whale and yelp, yes eel beg Cod for kelp
But no pun can help him, I’ll EAT HIM!
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Paul Hughes 2011
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This is a fantastic poem! Love the title, love the play on words, love the fish’s point of view. I really enjoyed reading this (3 times!).
Hello Linda! Thanks very much, once again! When you tell me that you like a poem I know it’s a goodun! xx