Short Halibut Poems

Returing home from “The Fish And Chips Hut”
Hubby asks wife for sex just for the “halibut”
“No, not tonight sweetie,
Got a “haddock” and I'm sleepy”
Sounded “fishy” and he became despondent somewhat...

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choppy and cold river, white foam is gathering as if it has been in a blender
there is no sound this morning, no bird speak, no crickets, it is silent
I dipped my hand into the water, it was freezing like a frozen halibut.
A peanut butter cup made its way to my mouth, I tasted salt and chocolate
I could smell fish this morning, a dead bass or bluegill, most probably....

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Aurora Borealis creates.
                    Daring escapes.
              Fjords gorgeous!
Halibut is jumping.

                             Ketchikan landscape memorable.
                  Natural opulence.
           Poetically quaint.

                             Rustic serpentine tundra,
                 undulating valleys,
waterfall Xanadu.
                                 Yahweh’s zenith!...

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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)
...

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