Jabberwocky

Poorest Fisherman

The king of the fishes

Gave us three wishes

We bickered an age

I wished a sausage

You wished on my nose

In pique I suppose

I looked quite absurd

And awaited your word;

You wished every day

For new lingerie

And away you did run

To have all your fun

Leaving me the disgrace

Of this pudding face.



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