Off the Hook

An acrostic poem on fish – from my notebooks – enjoy

Fish fly up the stream

In expectation that they

Should spawn their offspring

Hopefully

Freely Swimming in the water blue

Is a small nipper fish with its

Seventy-Seven brothers and Sisters

Hoping to avoid the small child’s net

For every free fish in the water,

Is the unlucky sole

Served in coastal restaurants in

Home made breadcrumbs, and tartar sauce

Flotsam and jetsam, caught

In a passing net

Seared in a pan, and dished up as the

House special

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