Michael Edwards

KIPPERED

The night was hot

but the water was not

so the kipper thought ‘I’ll fly’

and it flapped its fins

as though they were wings

and it soared high up in the sky

But way up there

in the warm night air

when it heard the waves a-lapping

it said to itself ‘I’ve had enough

of this flying stuff’

and it stopped its fins a-flapping.

Now it couldn’t see

the beckoning sea

as it dived down showing no fear

but in the dark

it missed its mark

and it fell with a thud on the pier.

It soon caught the eye

of a man passing by

as it lay there feeling embarrassed

and pleased with his luck

the man picked it up

and he took it home for breakfast.