While in the market place I’ll know from a mile
Where the assorted fish is sold, sliced or whole
Tuna, sardine or trout, all frozen tucked in ice pile
Fish smell drives away the essence from my soul.
The recipes of global repute people so much adore
Salmon rillette, tartine, lutefisk, sushi or even caviar
Make at sight my olfactory senses revolt and sore
I won’t eat these, not make gas within, turn cavalier.
If our tastes develop an avid aversion for fish ever
This aquatic species would swim cheerfully, I wish
My food would be full of pleasant vegetarian flavor
The smell of fishy gas would never float over my dish.
September 30, 2021
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MY BLUE CHEESE IS A FISHY AFFAIR
While in market place I would know from a mile
Where assorted fish is sold, nicely sliced or whole
Tuna, sardine or trout, all frozen tucked in ice pile
For the fish smell drives the essence out of my soul.
The recipes of global repute people so much adore
Salmon rillette, tartine, lutefisk, sushi or even caviar
Make at sight my olfactory senses revolt and sore
I won’t taste these to show I’ve become a cavalier.
If our tastes develop an avid aversion for fish ever
This aquatic species would swim cheerfully, I wish
My food would be full of pleasant vegetarian flavor
The smell of fish would never float over my dish.
January 8, 2018.
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