Post date: Jan 20, 2011 2:10:20 PM
The Fishem by Simbo Rumblebelly.
What is that in the stream?
That is swimming about
Is it Sturgeon or Bream?
A Bitterling or Trout?
And what's that on it face?
Are they whiskers I see?
So it can't be a Dace
A catfish it must be!
See it swimming at speed
It is keen to be fed
Quickly darting through weeds
On the cold river bed
And with piercing eyes
It sees something that squirms
Is it not a small fly
But a fat juicy worm!
Now it swims the worm's way
And it has a close look
But it spots something grey
It's a fisherman's hook!
So it turns like a shot
From where hobbits are sat
It won't get itself caught
It's too cunning for that
But it still needs to eat
So it makes a fish wish
It hopes for a nice treat
It wants tasty mousefish!
But no mousefish are found
And so it starts to fret
As it swims round and round
It gets caught in a net!
The fisherman, it seems
Had not all gone away
They had tracked it upstream
To ensnare it that day
Say goodbye to the fish
It has gone from the lake
Now it's led on a dish
A warm Catfish Cake!
Some information about the artist:
Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor.