16 June 2012
Rainbows fresh from the sea,
Poseidon laid on a bed of snow,
Glistening regiments row by row
Singing songs of salty seadogs,
Mermaids and mysteries of the deep.
Silvery greetings of fins and tails
Glassy eyes saying 'How do you do?
Would you care to take me home with you?'
Clams and muscles with their peachy tongues
Serenading us from the brine
And jars of cockles and herrings
Enticing our tingling tastebuds.
A treasure trove in a barnacle cove,
Bangor-boats-away.
We shall have a fishy on a little dishy
If we strike up their foamy song,
Dancing over crashing horses' heads with them
If we sing for our supper.
Fishies • Opuss № I