Hamlet With Fish
My chronic youth would soon speed past
The 'bus-stop where I saw you last
A-sitting on a hake
At first I guessed it was a dream
As etched upon a passing bream
But no! I was awake
I asked myself what it could mean
The strange things in this plaice I've seen
At Royal Crimson Lake
But answer came there not a jot
The silence in the carping lot
Was far too strong to break
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Beefy, Ethetran, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 28th January 2004 by Beefy. |