Poem - the Fishem

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.