Decline in Fish Stock

By lenchenelf

Tue, 04 May 2010
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4 comments
 

Bones, skin, fins, scales,
wisps of lovers, silvery tales.

Soup, liquor, consomme, broth;
essence of unplighted troth.

Pot simmers, chowder stews,
slow reduction, stinking glue

holds eye transfixed to the page,
savour somewhat lost with age.

Certificate PG
Poem
Doodles
Humour

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
last line a bit of an understatement!! I think the random headline is a brilliant idea for inspiration

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thank you very much, just casting around for a bite (groan) :D mind's gone to fuzz again, all the best Lena xx

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on
Very good! My family decided to rescue a couple of fish the other day who'd been left out in very little water in a front garden when their owners moved house. Sounds very charitable but one of them is the ugliest thing you could imagine. Gives me a similar shock and sense of disgust when I enter the room as your last line. So very timely (for me at least)...

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Thanks for reading RJN, hmmn, you're right, no-one could accuse this doodle of prettiness ;) atb lena xx