Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

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Ooer Mrs, what will Cap'n Birdseye reckon to that:eek:

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Originally Posted by Hes

Ha ha ha! Nice one OW, that was worth coming back to the forum for.:D

Fish finger porn
for lascivious veggies
substitute with quorn

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I've got a freezer full of quorn, but I've never seen a fish-finger-substitute! They might be onto a winner there if they don't produce one already!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

My poem started off as a limeric with one of the lines ending in Pollacks. Enough said! ;)

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was it this one?

Oars placed in their Rollocks
They went out and caught some Pollacks
Little oblongs of gold
A sight to behold
'These Pollacks are the Dogs Bollacks'

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Originally Posted by Hes

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

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frighteningly good!

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

That's lovely Freckle, but couldn't you have squeezed a fish finger reference in there somewhere?

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Originally Posted by freckle

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

was it this one?

Oars placed in their Rollocks
They went out and caught some Pollacks
Little oblongs of gold
A sight to behold
'These Pollacks are the Dogs Bollacks'

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It wasn't that good :o

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Ooer Mrs, what will Cap'n Birdseye reckon to that:eek:

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ha ha...

Captain Birdseye
is simple to please
just give him fish fingers
with a plate full of peas

for a little sauce
add some hp
some long lean chips
and happy is he!

Excellent Freckle really nice.

I like it, and it was clean!

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Originally Posted by Hes

ha ha...

Captain Birdseye
is simple to please
just give him fish fingers
with a plate full of peas

for a little sauce
add some hp
some long lean chips
and happy is he!

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

frighteningly good!

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Cheers OW, I like to think I can be relied on to add a touch of class to the food porn element of our poetry thread. I seem to find it frighteningly easy.;)

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Originally Posted by Hes

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

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ha ha !!! brilliant! :)

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

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Originally Posted by freckle

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

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Freckle, this is beautiful and I feel ashamed that I have been tainting the same page as this with my recent posts!

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Originally Posted by freckle

ha ha !!! brilliant! :)

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

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Love it! Ha ha, we're a good team.

I heard this read beautifully, full of mystery, on radio 4 this evening

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qp7q

She walked the rhythm or a heartbeat
Talked like a rustling wind
Touch like cool spring water
distant as the land of dreams

And no-one knows how she does
As she waits and waits as she does
Watching the sky for rain
Heart strong like a quiet scream

And no-one knows how night grows
Into morning out of a creeping dusk
And wake yer in a cruel moment too naked
For an eye to throw a blind on pain for calm

Jean Binta Breeze

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Stop now before it's too late! :D

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awww...do I have to?;):D oops it is already too late!

Fish Finger Porn or Worrying thoughts about David Dickinson !!!!

Your long crispy goodness,
Enters my mouth,
My teeth pierce your orange coat,
The soft white flesh,
Explodes in my tongue,
My juices flowing,
I swallow,
Ecstasy.

By Herakles {Whose maybe watched too much David Dickinsons Real Deal.}

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Originally Posted by Hes

tempting fish fingers
strip off those coats of gold and
reveal bare white flesh

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Wow...what did I start?! :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

In the rooms of our eyes

In the half light we gaze,
with the hub hub of onlookers
an invisible line
blurs the boundaries of selves
in the rooms of our eyes.

Azure orbs, your eyes are
furnished with objects of mine
some forgotten, some a suprise
safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes.

My eyes, tired and aching
dance in your lightness
and softly ask ...
"can I cherish you"
in the rooms of my eyes

And sitting quietly,
Filled with hope and excitement
about the future, the shape
of (our) home
in the rooms of our eyes.

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'safely held, fed and warmed
in the rooms of your eyes'
What a beautiful poem

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Fish Finger Porn or Worrying thoughts about David Dickinson !!!!

Your long crispy goodness,
Enters my mouth,
My teeth pierce your orange coat,
The soft white flesh,
Explodes in my tongue,
My juices flowing,
I swallow,
Ecstasy.

By Herakles {Whose maybe watched too much David Dickinsons Real Deal.}

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Oh no! That is just a bit too disturbing but very funny!

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Originally Posted by freckle

ha ha !!! brilliant! :)

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

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heh heh! :cool:

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Originally Posted by Stef F

I heard this read beautifully, full of mystery, on radio 4 this evening

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qp7q

She walked the rhythm or a heartbeat
Talked like a rustling wind
Touch like cool spring water
distant as the land of dreams

And no-one knows how she does
As she waits and waits as she does
Watching the sky for rain
Heart strong like a quiet scream

And no-one knows how night grows
Into morning out of a creeping dusk
And wake yer in a cruel moment too naked
For an eye to throw a blind on pain for calm

Jean Binta Breeze

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That's lovely Stef. A good find.

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Wow...what did I start?! :D

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Hunger Pangs:rolleyes:
Only codding:D

Amazingly there was a fish finger poem on PoemHunter but I didn't rate it. So this will have to do.

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again!
Why did I let him go?
Because he bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
The little finger on the right.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Hunger Pangs:rolleyes:
Only codding:D

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Ohhh nooo...that's terrible but funny!:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Amazingly there was a fish finger poem on PoemHunter but I didn't rate it. So this will have to do.

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again!
Why did I let him go?
Because he bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
The little finger on the right.

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Classic :cool:

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Hunger Pangs:rolleyes:
Only codding:D

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V funny Merry!

Now something about a cod piece
smelling of fish
served with daddies sauce
what a tasty dish

Eugh....maybe I shouldn't post this! :eek::o

Still hungry?!!!!

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Amazingly there was a fish finger poem on PoemHunter but I didn't rate it. So this will have to do.

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again!
Why did I let him go?
Because he bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
The little finger on the right.

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Haven't heard that for a while. Sweet, HHH! Maybe you should work on the follow up revenge poem where the offending fish gets caught and made into a fish finger? But then, seeing as you are now a confirmed veggie (and I am already), I shouldn't be encouraging that sort of behaviour.

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Originally Posted by Stef F

V funny Merry!

Now something about a cod piece
smelling of fish
served with daddies sauce
what a tasty dish

Eugh....maybe I shouldn't post this! :eek::o

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Yuk...that's grim!:eek:

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Amazingly there was a fish finger poem on PoemHunter but I didn't rate it. So this will have to do.

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let him go again!
Why did I let him go?
Because he bit my finger so.
Which finger did he bite?
The little finger on the right.

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Finger envy by a fish
Cos they don't have any
Dam you Birdseye:mad:

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Originally Posted by Hes

Yuk...that's grim!:eek:

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:D:eek::D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Yuk...that's grim!:eek:

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in fact...add in Herakles' poem abut David Dickinson and we could make it grimmer...

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Originally Posted by Stef F

V funny Merry!

Now something about a cod piece
smelling of fish
served with daddies sauce
what a tasty dish

Eugh....maybe I shouldn't post this! :eek::o

Still hungry?!!!!

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No, you've put me in my plaice:o
Feel a bit flat now!

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

No, you've put me in my plaice:o
Feel a bit flat now!

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Ok now I'm laughing properly....thank you :cool:

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

No, you've put me in my plaice:o
Feel a bit flat now!

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as Basil Brsuh would say.........Boom, Boom!

nice one merry!

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

No, you've put me in my plaice:o
Feel a bit flat now!

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There was a fight in our local chippy last night. One fella got battered and another got his chips! :D:o

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Finger envy by a fish
Cos they don't have any
Dam you Birdseye:mad:

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fish don't have fingers
but mermaids do
a group of the swimmers
can pleasure the crew

ok...I have probably just stepped over the line (fishing line). Apologies to any readers of more modest nature.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Haven't heard that for a while. Sweet, HHH! Maybe you should work on the follow up revenge poem where the offending fish gets caught and made into a fish finger? But then, seeing as you are now a confirmed veggie (and I am already), I shouldn't be encouraging that sort of behaviour.

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One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
I wouldn't let it go again.
Why didn't I let it go?
'Cos I was feeling hungry so.
How did I cook the fish?
As a finger, my favourite dish.

The courtship of Mrs Birdseye

I don't want your diamonds
I don't want your gold
the way to win this girls heart
your lovely fish fingers, but not cold!

oh aye....this is high brow stuff.....:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

ok...I have probably just stepped over the line (fishing line)

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Hook, line and Titanic (sinker):D