FredPeyer

Jack the little yellow Dinosaur

A Poem for my grand-kids:

 

Jack the little yellow dinosaur

Loved fish sticks for his every meal

He ate them all, then wanted more

To him it was a real big deal

 

The fish sticks were all gone one day

Jack started to sniffle, wail and cry

Where are my fish sticks he did say

Can’t you make some more, please try

 

He was so sad and would not eat

He shook his head and said no, no,

I don’t want the veggies or the meat

No fish sticks means I just have to go

 

So off he went to search the world

Looking for his favorite fish

He followed every lead he heard

And tried out every dish

 

But no matter what he tried

Be it soft, hard, hot or cold

Whether boiled, cooked, or even fried

He hated it, so I am told

 

Since fish sticks were always made from fish

Jack thought he should try to find the sea

That had always been his deepest wish

And that is where he now wanted to be

 

He found a blue shack right by the shore

Where a little blue dinosaur sat at a table

Eating fish sticks, yelling come in, there is more

And that is the happy end of the fable