Onwards, Henrietta Dawson
I carry Hank, my freeze-dried hake,
Everywhere I go
Yet by the margins of the lake
That's known as Ohio
I have to fight to quell his urge
To scream, as if still hooked
And with his mighty fins to surge
Where torrents won't be brooked
The fishy smile upon his face belies his
Sad demeanour
And reassures me there's no crisis
But Edwina,
Looking like a perfect stranger
Decried her sad demise
And warned of piscatorial danger
Served with ketchup and French Fries
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Beefy, loaf, Roland, Apsley, kweekweg, Grayman, Anon., Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 31st March 2004 by Beefy. |