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)
Grunt
I Just Liked
The Way It
Sounded.
Once...
-Gray Squirrel
05-22-2025
There once was a young man from Peru
Who ate a cactus plant he couldn't chew---
With a grunt and a push
It came out his tush---
In the ER, instead of the loo.
The aging process is unstoppable
As we watch our youth slide by
Our heads try to tell us we’re younger
But, our bodies feel the lie
So it’s off to the gym to experience
Some sweat, grunt, and grown
Hopefully with a bit of effort
I can get to look like ‘Stallone’
New trainers and vest are needed
To replace my dated attire
The tracksuit that once fit me
Fails to cover my bulging ‘spare tyre’
Neglect and over indulgence
Have certainly taken their toll
Repairing these bits won’t be easy
So in future...... ’I’ll exercise, more self-control’
He comes to work in no such haste,
And wishes he’s some other place;
“Oh, I believe, ” he always say,
“I’m overworked and underpaid! ”
Yet for every day that Heaven made,
Still he shows up just the same.
After all, he needs the pay;
The wife must eat, anyway.
Much full of regret and reproach,
He criticizes even the mote
Of white dust on his worktable;
He denounces his superior,
And condemns the mistake-prone idiot
At the next table; he cannot
Wait for the hour’s hand to strike five,
To conjure a new-fangled lie
—For when his wife asks, “Where you been? ”—
And end the day with bitter beer.