30 June 2012
I enjoy my food but can't stand fish It really is my least favourite dish. Slimy and scaly, brought in by a boat. Little sharp bones get caught in my throat.
Tastes vary from disgusting to bland, I prefer animals slaughtered inland. Harry Ramsden can stick his fishing rod I gag at the thought of his battered cod.
Dont even talk to me about fish soup, A pot with seawater and fish guts, not good for my hoop. Then there's the plates they serve with whole fish Big head and dead eyes, taking the pish.
No, I'll stick with beef in all of its guises If I smell fish, hot vomit rises. Into my throat, against my wish But even that tastes better than fish.
Fish • Opuss № I