Screaming for Revenge in the Afterlife
Something there is that doesn't love a fish
An earthworm, squirming on a hook
Impaled from stem to stern for the privilege of being devoured
Yet such is Nature; 'twas She who wrote the book
But who dares look?
Would that a fish did not resemble Don Knotts
Poor Aunt Bea, dreading Friday meals
Required by ancient lore to steep herself in fish-guts to the armpits
Such is tradition; most Eskimos eat seals
But who eats eels?
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, F, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd October 2003 by Anon.. |