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
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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.
You had your chips that night dusk - cheers.
And egg on my face!
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.
The one in my odd ode didn't smoke or so I am told - cheers Andy.
Oh lol, good write Michael. But last time I had kippers I felt woozy. Hardly had them since!
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......!
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!
Yes kippers, smoked salmon and kedgeree are popular. What we don't eat (or very very rarely) are things like waffles and pancakes,
You could always make pancakes that taste like fish!
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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.
Thanks Brian - I'll be off line as well - catch up on our return no doubt - if you are away have a great time.
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
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
Ok. If you take that direction. I think I misunderstood it.
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Awesome write Michael, but I'll take the waffles and pancakes with maple syrup please. ; )
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.
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.
Thanks Fay - the only thing going for a kipper is that they are a lovely golden brown and don't need to sunbathe.
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!
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
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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