Best Hake Poems
It’s too early to prite woetry.
Let me hay lere in my bed.
I hartied pardy. Woe is me.
Oh, my hounding pead!
My joughts are thumbled. My oh my.
It’s hust so jard to think.
I heel so forrid; why oh why?
Did someone dike my sprink?
Good grief, it’s tuch moo early to awake.
It’s ten a.m for seaven’s hake!
January 23, 2017
Categories:
hake, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
i love to eat, it is my dream to eat and eat,
and while the tastes, to heaven take, I fry
up half a pound of hake, but that is nothing
my lips to take, when in the fiery kitchen bake,
a cake of such proportions make, washed down
with Guinness, then medium steak.
then there’s sweets and candies too, and warm
buttered breads with jams a few and while we’re here,
asparagus spear, with roast potatoes, crispy sear…
yet best of all, in banquet hall, are cheeses firm
and soft; stilton, yarg but that’s not all, there’s
wensleydale matured and tall
so where’s this going I heard you ask, buttered scone,
alimentary task?...well all is simple, plain to see, just
come to mine, share some tea, chocs and toffees,
biscuits rare, we’ll eat the lot, like we don’t care
and as the setting sun rolls down, we’ll scoff at diets with
hearty frown, for ours is not to trim or skip, but simply
moisten cherry lip
Categories:
hake, food, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.
Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.
Help me out with rainbow trout
Salt and thyme and wedge of lime
Filet of sole, or snapper red,
Served up whole, or just the head.
Meals of eels caught on reels
You're the star with caviar
Butter clams served with yams
Can't say no to salmon roe.
Tuna eyes baked in pies
Oh so daring pickled herring
In the lurch for snails and perch
Ring the bells for cockle shells.
Canned sardines on toast with greens
Sturgeon, sprat, and stuff like that
Grouper, pike, that's what I like
Smelt and bream that make me dream.
Cajun shrimp for my new pimp
Lutefisk and lobster bisque
Flying squid and yellowfin
Silver carp and capelin.
Give to me a plate of oyster
Eat them raw, that way they're moister
Tilapia and tiger prawn
Eat them 'til my hunger's gone.
Hake or krill would be a thrill
Bass and shad will make me glad
Tasty crappie makes happy
Give a nod to Greenland cod
Oo! I'd like a northern pike
Barramundi served on Sunday
Grouper, alligator gar,
Halibut or no cigar.
Amberjack atop hardtack
Pan-fried kipper for the skipper
Mackerel, tasty as hell,
Lox and mullet down the gullet.
Kokanee or marlin blue
Arowana, bowfin too
Bring to me your soups and stews
Sing for me the dogfish blues.
Categories:
hake, animal, fish, fishing, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
teletyped an unripe heliotype.
Guttersnipe snipe,
stipe snipe ripe,
a wipe type a tripe,
unleash a withering hype.
Dip snip,
nip lip,
slip skip,
rip the apple pip
over a battleship Chip.
Clip,
airstrip,
blip,
scrip,
gyp,
flip,
dip.
Unsip, blue clip,
A warship, weathering stick.
To miche an itch,
to stitch a witch.
Rich a quitch,
Hitch a flitch.
Gabrilowitsch,
the grand son of a *****!
Pitched a ditch to flitch a niche.
Made a rich hitch lich.
The Thia tie thy tried to untie an unshy,
Spied a sny sty,
He ascribed a bribe tribe,
to dib drib, lib and sib.
A death pale,
dwaled and engrailed,
enjailed and bewailed.
The cocktale turned into a,
ginger ale stale.
A hobnail.
A pale kale.
The whale waled
a veil of wail.
The stale air,
railed the quailing sale.
Dipped the snip,
to pip the tip,
and baled the avail,
to the flailed snail.
Attract extract reenact,
saddle backed and subtracted,
the tact the pact
an unmistakable fact.
Swag the unsage,
the wage of the tutelage.
A coffee break
a bit of a cornflake
cupcaked the cake of the devil's flake.
Draked the fake fruitcake,
and hake the jake on the mellow lake.
Mistake the overtake.
A pancake sheik,
cried spake of a toothache.
Ack Ack!
Back, Bootblack Jack.
Pack the Pontiac rack,
sack the Hackensack,
hijack the leatherback.
Offtrack the outback,
rack the sack,
smack the stack,
stickleback the tictack track,
to the umiak Union Jack.
Twack the whack yak sack,
A mystical one eyed zodiac.
Bready a speedy,
deedy the weedy,
Reedy to leedy.
Unheedy indeedy.
Leda, Vida, Theda.
Sketched an etch,
itched a hatch.
So speechless,
breathless,
toothless.
The socialist,
the communist,
the theorist
the terrorist.
Bedded the bedding
in a dreadful beheading.
Weeded the weed,
leading the lead,
tended the teed.
The ready read,
the reedy reeded.
The seedy seeded.
The end is Ending.
Categories:
hake,
Form:
Verse
An unlucky young man from Michigan
Had a very unusual condichigan
He got sick from a hake
That he found in the lake
And now he can never eat fishigan
Categories:
hake, humor,
Form:
Limerick
From my vision came your dreams
Burning out like the boiling colourless steam
With a sweet flavour of the white vanilla cream
Playing on in auto, like the unstoppable theatre film
dripping out of my orbits, like beam
Behold the great beautiful trim
That which cleanse away all the grim
Your aim to be able to kill the squirrel hake
It still stays in my vision in hale
Gushing with such gusto, never pale
Categories:
hake, art, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Last night, I rode upon a sea of dreams,
a whale and grandpa rode them with me.
I felt water hit me as I sailed in my bed;
it was only the whale nodding his head.
He splashed all around those waters of blue,
while rays of moonlight cast silvery hues.
The fish, how they danced in and out of the waves;
a Salmon leapt by me, a Tuna, a Blue Hake.
My bed, it sailed better than any old boat;
when the dream began I was trapped in a moat!
As it turned into ocean with waters blue-green,
I realized the whale, it was a Baleen.
The whale, he told me that he was endangered,
why should he confide in me, a stranger?
My Grandpa told me the very next day,
when I grew up, the whales I could help save.
Categories:
hake, children, dream, fantasy, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
I ponder on this till I ache:
a haddock who says he's a hake -
I guess it's his right
to think that despite
so many believe he's a fake...
Written 25th April for Constance's ache contest
Categories:
hake, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Limerick
Steady Eddie was always ready
For meatballs and spaghetti.
Dan the man was a big fan
Of eating eggs with boiled ham.
Bob the slob was on the job
To chew away corn on the cob.
Mitt the git could hardly sit
When served a bowl of shrimp & grits.
Jake the snake, numb as a hake
Just adored potato and steak.
Tricky Ricky who looked all sickly
Finds it all to be quite icky!
Categories:
hake, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
Ha ha a hullabaloo shouting hurrah is neither a hooked hippo nor a hollering hake. So dive into the deepest depths of an ocean globe and always wear a pretty apron or a pair of skin tight leather trousers when doing this brave and dangerous act. For it is a feat not a foot nor a fighting feet. Podiatrist arrives with a blanket for a podiatrist without a blanket can get very cold instead and be more comfortable in and on calves rather than see and view the mischievous and painful crusts on foot teeth. It is the voluminous veins. Wow. It is the talismanic treatment taking trauma. And a half kettle of ketchup! Watching. Ha ha a little button balancing on a ledge give hundred feet up. Xxxxx polypeptides Z z Z
Categories:
hake, beauty,
Form:
I have got ten pens from nature ‘den and now
I’m imprisoned but seasoned with how reason
Clustered but buttered with what I mutter
Daunting but flaunting of my pen bends and bow
I have got more love from the noble core where
I explored and implored the grains that wisdom stored
kissed and missed the pains that wisdom dished
unfurled and hurled the brain that are austere
I have got a strong throng from a nifty pond who
makes and bake the cake that crowns my slake,
brush and crush the stones that block my view
Wait and watch as I stun the lake like a hake
Categories:
hake, hope, inspirational, life, wisdom,
Form:
Verse
Getting nostalgic around days by the lake.
We moaned while touching the pond's water.
The lake's base shimmered with life and hake.
As love, spirit and peace aren't a clumsy bailor.
Nothing moves as I stroll out onto the lake.
See the moon's full splendor in insight.
A great time is in the offing for my sake
The lake cottage has its own quality sleight.
From the morning's veils to the cricket's sing;
Midnight shimmer, noon a purple hue.
And the night is full of a linnet's wing.
I hear lake water lapping the shore and grew.
Summer by the lake is my most loved place.
We can sense the water underneath our feet.
What a series of subtle signals you pace.
As a deer might be viewed as an omen meet.
You will be unquiet on the dance floor.
Shadow is an awfully tasteful player.
The morning dew shines with rich spoor.
Awareness of one's own being the conveyor.
A speck of sand got lodged in your hair.
Bronze in its design phase July desire.
Step near, my love, and sustain the snare.
I recall your gaze emitted a blaze of fire.
Written: September 10, 2021
Categories:
hake, analogy, appreciation, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
Schools of fish in this lake seem to hold a fest
Fishes of all sorts swim in an august zest
Shining in spotted, striped, silver, and gold vest
Schools of fish in this lake seem to hold a fest
Carp, cod, hake, jack, shad, and sole in blest best jest
Flexing and gliding through the calm water crest
Schools of fish in this lake seem to hold a fest
Fishes of all sorts swim in an august zest
21 November 2021
Categories:
hake, beauty, celebration, creation, fish,
Form:
Triolet
No wish to carp or cock a snook
I won't leave you in the lurch
but oh my cod take a look
what a plaice to perch
as just for the halibut
putting seahorses out to paddock
is enough to give one
a severe bad haddock
so no red herring I don't flounder around
take a peeled eel flake of baked hake
plus pinch of pickled pilchard
and an ichthyic sandwich make
but if my words are vitriolic
you may grunt and kiss my bass
it's all a load of pollock(s)
Categories:
hake, fish, humorous, silly, word
Form:
Rhyme
My heart bled with every step I took,
That I’s tormented for my love with hake.
The clinic's call was a pit on my way,
A bitter form of the loss I needed to pay.
Some innocents were crucified for what unknown,
Echoed my own pain
—as I faced the unknown.
Tears fell like autumn rain, as I searched for a reprieve;
But like a ghost, my hopes vanished
—leaving only grief to retrieve.
My conscience screamed,
"Why must I suffer so?"
Yet still, I held on to love,
my only solace,
my heart's last glow.
Categories:
hake, betrayal, depression,
Form:
Other