Today's poet

[Stef F]

ha ha !!! brilliant!

the humble cod
a lean, mean
love machine!

oh no, OW you have created a monster!

heh heh!

[Hes]

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

That's lovely Stef. A good find.

[stevefoster]

Wow...what did I start?!

Hunger Pangs
Only codding

[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.

[Hes]

Hunger Pangs
Only codding

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

[Derby Tup]

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.

Classic

[Stef F]

Hunger Pangs
Only codding

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!

Still hungry?!!!!

[Hes]

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.

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.

[Hes]

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!

Yuk...that's grim!

[stevefoster]

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.

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