Joel's Hear
I'm here, at least for now
I got kilos of fish in my lunchbox.
Swimming in and snacking on my lemonade and tater tots.
"Damn it, Dad! Why'd you pack me this lunch?"
I wanted cookies and fruit for my brunch.
But he gave me raw cod, living as fresh-planted sod;
And some squiggly fried spuds (my dad's not a dud)
And fresh squeezed sour drink.
Then he took me to the skating rink, on this fateful day.
And the cod got cold and they rowed away, using my box as their dinghy.
"After them!" father cried. "Don't let those cod die! Because without them there will be NO apple pie, or bright red skies, or heavenly flies, or people named Sly, or people named Clyde, or cyanide, or fish that've been fried, or shoes that have been tied. I need them alive!"
Has dad lost his mind? I can't tell. Can you?
After those fish, he flew, in his magic shoes, as the cod rowed down the road, and I just stared after, dumbfounded, surrounded by people who were also staring toward my dad.
Later that day, on a silver tray, there danced some fish, doing moves that pleased my father's every wish, as they jiggled and jigged, in their monocles and wigs, with their top hats and canes - this was the reward dad received for his works and pains!
Swimming in and snacking on my lemonade and tater tots.
"Damn it, Dad! Why'd you pack me this lunch?"
I wanted cookies and fruit for my brunch.
But he gave me raw cod, living as fresh-planted sod;
And some squiggly fried spuds (my dad's not a dud)
And fresh squeezed sour drink.
Then he took me to the skating rink, on this fateful day.
And the cod got cold and they rowed away, using my box as their dinghy.
"After them!" father cried. "Don't let those cod die! Because without them there will be NO apple pie, or bright red skies, or heavenly flies, or people named Sly, or people named Clyde, or cyanide, or fish that've been fried, or shoes that have been tied. I need them alive!"
Has dad lost his mind? I can't tell. Can you?
After those fish, he flew, in his magic shoes, as the cod rowed down the road, and I just stared after, dumbfounded, surrounded by people who were also staring toward my dad.
Later that day, on a silver tray, there danced some fish, doing moves that pleased my father's every wish, as they jiggled and jigged, in their monocles and wigs, with their top hats and canes - this was the reward dad received for his works and pains!
I don't usually eat fish, though I used to like them; I got sick one time. I do think fish are pretty cool.
