KIPPERED

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.

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © October 2017

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2017 00:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Why is this site so heavy? Anyway this to lighten the balance.
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  • dusk arising

    Oh my... This reminds me of being picked up by a certain lady after a heavy night on the vino. I was definately flying that night, but ended up being fried.

    • Michael Edwards

      You had your chips that night dusk - cheers.

      • dusk arising

        And egg on my face!

      • Goldfinch60

        One of the finest meals for breakfast are kippers.
        Mind you you can hardly get them fresh as they need to relax first while they smoke.
        Good fun write Michael, thank you for the morning laugh, your day has been a success.

        • Michael Edwards

          The one in my odd ode didn't smoke or so I am told - cheers Andy.

        • orchidee

          Oh lol, good write Michael. But last time I had kippers I felt woozy. Hardly had them since!

          • Michael Edwards

            The only trouble with them is that they keep repeating on me, they keep repeating on me, they keep repeating on me, they keep repeating on me, they keep repeating on me......!

          • FredPeyer

            While I love your poem, Michael, that fish thing for breakfast must be an English thing. But at least now I know what a kipper is!

            • Michael Edwards

              Yes kippers, smoked salmon and kedgeree are popular. What we don't eat (or very very rarely) are things like waffles and pancakes,

              • FredPeyer

                You could always make pancakes that taste like fish!

                • Michael Edwards

                  Could do but I doubt if it would catch on - on a scale of 1 to 10 probably about 2 I fink - sorry.

                  • WL Schuett

                    Thanks for a lighthearted poem Michael I enjoyed it

                    • Michael Edwards

                      Glad it gave you a smile Bill. The painting is acrylic on hardboard and simply hung in rustic fashion - I done a couple like this and they hang here at home in the conservatory.

                    • BRIAN & ANGELA

                      Great fun poem MICHAEL ~ a dearth of these on MPS ~ too much gloom & doom et poemes noires ! Thanks BRIAN. I will be off line for a week so will miss your odd odes B.

                      • Michael Edwards

                        Thanks Brian - I'll be off line as well - catch up on our return no doubt - if you are away have a great time.

                      • malubotelho

                        I was going to say this was a cruel story but beggin to laugh when I read Dusk comment about he being hooked after being drunk. That was funny. Thanks for the laugh 😂 great write as always Michael

                        • Michael Edwards

                          Oh Malu - how could you say that? A cruel story ? After what the herring has already been through? Split in a butterfly fashion from tail to head along the dorsal ridge, gutted, and cold-smoked over smouldering woodchips?

                          In fact I think the final stanza shows an act of incredible kindness- the man could have left him there but instead he took him home for breakfast, Wish someone would offer me breakfast every time I suffer from a mishap. LoL 🙂 🙂 🙂

                          Thanks so much Malu

                          • malubotelho

                            Ok. If you take that direction. I think I misunderstood it.

                            • Michael Edwards

                              Actually I didn't - just teasing. Sorry - forgive me?

                            • Accidental Poet

                              Awesome write Michael, but I'll take the waffles and pancakes with maple syrup please. ; )

                              • Michael Edwards

                                Waffles and pancakes with maple syrup - a nice healthy option AP - but must admit it does tickle the taste buds. Thanks for your kind comments.

                              • Fay Slimm.

                                B-Bmmmmm - - poor little kipper already smoked and ready methinks - - love the wit in this little verse and of course the artwork to accent the wording. Great stuff Michael.

                                • Michael Edwards

                                  Thanks Fay - the only thing going for a kipper is that they are a lovely golden brown and don't need to sunbathe.

                                • Louis Gibbs

                                  I guess the moral here is; Don't change your mind about flying in mid flight? Perhaps this one is too deep for me. Cute poem, Michael!

                                  • Michael Edwards

                                    Just a bit of total nonsense with no moral undertones intended (unless you're a kipper of course!). Trouble was he landed on the pier so not deep enough - in fact not deep at all. By the way it helps to be quite mad to write these. Thanks for the comment Louis

                                  • MendedFences27

                                    Kippers!! Yuk! Sorry Michael, but not for me, not at breakfast. The poem on the other hand goes well with morning coffee. A chuckle and a smile to begin the day. Loved your little witty ditty of a flying fish squished for frying. Oh well, have a nice breakfast, in fact have lots of them. - Phil A.



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