Something Fishy

Oh, fish, you wet and slip’ry folk,

The butt of every smelly joke,

Of small or monolithic size,

You look so good . . . next to my fries.

And now, the jokes I spoke about,

Through all my grandkids, I did scout.

Some downright finny, some, so-so,

If you find better, let minnow.

A seahorse moves from cave to cave?

He scallops through the billowing wave! 

The Tsar’s favorite fish to eat at court?

Tsardines! They’d serve them by the quart!

A fish of large and ancient mein,

With threat’ning gestures at your spleen,

Makes you an offer you can’t snub?

The Codfather. Oh, that’s the rub!

Where’s the sad and smelly lout,

The octopus that’s down and out?

Well, he’s (Oh, you must be aware),

On Squid Row in a burrow there! 

What’s a fish that has no eyes?

A fsh! That comes as no surprise.

What’s nutella sauce on salmon get?

Why salmonella. Don’t forget!

One more, and then I’ll let you be . . .

There’s two fish swimming in the sea,

Into a wall, they headfirst ram,

One says unto the other, “Dam!”

Each week Delores gives us words,

From thought-provoking to absurd.

There’s lots of us who join the fun,

Now go. And see what they have done!

This week's words: billowing, ancient, monolithic, fish, burrow and court