Sonnet my friend wrote: Ode to the Dead Fish I Rolled in Last Weekend
My friend wrote this sonnet back in high school (she says there might be some problems with it, but I liked it anyway). Skunky, I thought you might like it.
Ode to the Dead Fish I Rolled in Last Weekend
By
CH Shalyn’s Queen of the Opry RN, NAJ, CGC, TDI
Translated by deZZed
One day as I was running on the sand,
A wondrous scent to my attention came.
Toward it I ran ignoring all command.
No heed at all did I pay to my name.
Finally I saw my love with heav’nly smells.
And he lay there with love in his dead eyes.
His silver scales shining as polished bells,
Not alone but tormented by the flies.
I lifted him in tender caring jaws.
With joy we flew across the beach. But then,
Harsh hands seized me, I reached with desperate paws.
Yet he was lost, and I trapped in my den.
Then in my dreams I ran back there in haste,
Only to find a remnant of his taste.
Ode to the Dead Fish I Rolled in Last Weekend
By
CH Shalyn’s Queen of the Opry RN, NAJ, CGC, TDI
Translated by deZZed
One day as I was running on the sand,
A wondrous scent to my attention came.
Toward it I ran ignoring all command.
No heed at all did I pay to my name.
Finally I saw my love with heav’nly smells.
And he lay there with love in his dead eyes.
His silver scales shining as polished bells,
Not alone but tormented by the flies.
I lifted him in tender caring jaws.
With joy we flew across the beach. But then,
Harsh hands seized me, I reached with desperate paws.
Yet he was lost, and I trapped in my den.
Then in my dreams I ran back there in haste,
Only to find a remnant of his taste.