PISCES PIECES
It's all here in our market hall
at the 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
next to Atlantic haddock
And trawled cod from the Dogger Bank.
There's a few plaice all flopped and flat
looking up to see where they're at.
A side display of some small fry,
placed parallel, all eye to eye.
Herrings heaped up in slump of grey,
be sold off cheap at end of day.
Calamari, rubbery squid.
Tasteless mollusc for just a quid.
In the corner there's offal bin.
Heads and guts and bits of skin.
Take your pick for cuddly kitty.
just leave few pence for charity.
It's all here in our market hall
at the large fishmonger's stall.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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