At our local market hall
We have large fishmonger's stall.
World of wet and cold white tile.
Fresh fish display, rank and file.
Scottish salmon, centre place
Stretched across a tray of ice.
Several Icelandic haddock
And trawled cod from Dogger Bank.
A few plaice all flopped and flat
Looking up, see where they're at.
A side display of small fry,
Placed parallel, eye to eye.
Herrings heaped in slump of grey,
Going cheap at end of day.
Calamari: quid a squid.
Is this an invite to bid?
In corner, the offal bin
With heads, guts and bits of skin.
Take bits for cuddly kitty.
Leave some pence for charity.
It's all here at market hall
At that large fishmonger's stall.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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