Somethin Fishy

A sorry story

Laying longside the river bank

Basking in the joy of the stream

Could life offer any more pleasure

All like part of a dream

 

A tiny morsel is drifting toward me

Gently lit by a sunbeam

I open my mouth and swallow

And then I can’t help a loud scream

 

A hook was embedded in it

And I’ve swallowed it whole

Its gone well down past my stomach

Lodging into my very soul

 

I am yanked out of the water

Screaming and gasping in air

I try to swim off the hard bank

But I’m getting nowhere

 

A woman approaches with a club

This could be the end of my story

She hammers me dead on the head

And doesn’t even say, “I’m sorry!”

 

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

Oh. Ouch. :(
That is not one of your usual fun stories.
Poor fish.

[Dave Brown]

I was approached by the 'Creek Fish Union" to become an advocate for the way fish are dismissed at the end of the day, with a hook and club.
They, as a group, always being faced with a constant stream of predation, are understandably concerned with not only their unfortunate, ongoing demise, but also the lack of sympathy offered to each passing unfortunate.
This was merely an (perhaps less effective than should be) attempt to show their side of an unfortunate situation so that, when we do embark on legal action, it won't just come out of the blue.
Please enjoy your day Ms. P

[Ana Papaya]

Oh wow. Even catch and release is a delicate process.
I can't imagine clubbing anything to death.

[Dave Brown]

Bless you child !