A Fishy Tale

Said a Cod to a wise old Eel, I would like to know how you feel? Though people snack on dips, Lots more eat fish and chips. They say it has great meal appeal! Said the Eel to the wise old Cod, I find that unusually odd. I've never had to worry, As so many eat curry. Very few are after my bod! Just then a worldly old Squid, Doing what Squids always did. Went swimming slowly on by. Said he "Me, they'll never fry" "They'll only eat me jellied!" Next came a Lobster and Blue Crab. Followed by a Flounder and Dab. They agreed with the old Cod, A fish with a succulent 'bod' Always ends up on a slab! Then a Shrimp, Whelk and a Mussel. All went by in a hustle. Then the Winkle with the Clam, Who said "I'd better scram!" "Cos I give chowder its muscle! Following next came the Herring, In a disguise he was wearing. For he was truly afraid, That the batter being made, Was for him. His instinct unerring! Then both a large and small-mouthed Bass, And a lone, solitary Wrasse. Not to forget the Scallop, Going by at a gallop. All getting away en masse! Next Mackerel, Haddock and Plaice. Not one with a smile on its face. The handsome Halibut too, Was looking glum and blue, Which went as well for the Dace! Now to all fish its crystal clear. Most of them have plenty to fear. Be they skinned, fried and eaten With bread - White, Brown or Wheaten, Or soaked and battered in beer! Rhymer. December 6th, 2016.