Dream Delish, Side of Fish - Nursery Rhyme

I nodded off for forty winks, and dreamt of scrod, so odd, methinks! For they were golfing on the links, about to putt a halibut, while slurping fizzy, fishy drinks. ’Twas then, a walrus did inhale that halibut, from head to tail. Those scrod, to God, did surely rail, insisted then, a mulligan; their rantings were to no avail. Then muttering at their confound, they threw their putters on the ground, no halibut nor flounder found. Round squashed, nay, squished without a fish, off to the pub, those scrod were bound. A ruddy server rudely poked my ribs; I suddenly awoke. I do not fib nor do I joke; there at the pub to have some grub, some fish and chips; one lucky bloke! ————— for the Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest sponsored by Eve Roper written on 2/26/23