A Jolly Fisherman
Once there was a really tall, jolly fisherman
Who had a slightly crooked nose, named Dan
Dan, the ever-Jolly fisherman came from Japan
And loved to show off his gigantic left hand
that helped him play the cymbals in a jazz band
He played cymbals better then anyone in the land
And though Dan didn’t have a long attention span
He thought up good ideas quick as a laser scan
Working one day on his new worm smelling spray can
He yelled, “Holy Fish Fry” I need fish for my brand
then suddenly he thought of a crazy, zany plan
He would crash his cymbals, Oh! So loud and grand
And all the fishes would jump right into his frying pan
But these little fishes knew how to do the cancan
And instead swung over the pan just like Tarzan
The fishes then sailed away on their green catamaran
Our Jolly fisherman was sad, so wrapped up in an afghan
Then ate his way through a whole pie of toasted pecan
After which the Jolly fisherman did then demand
Fishing with cymbals would forever be on a ban
So away he went to the beach with his entire clan
To lay on his fishnet towel all snug in the hot seaside sand
Telling jokes about fishing while he worked on his tan
He laughed and laughed, because he’s Dan, the Jolly Fisherman
9-1-2022
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Monorhyme style of rhyme
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2022
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