Imagine yourself on a bay, in a boat;
riding each swell as you sway while you float;
fishing and wishing away with each cast
that lines will soon find fish you’ve wished for, at last.
fishing and wishing away with each cast
that lines will soon find fish you’ve wished for, at last.
And when, now or then, such a fine fish is landed,
imagine how far, if StarKist was your brand, did
that one sorry Charlie, your fish, have to swim
for you to catch on, reading this rhyme of him.
As you will see, there will be more suggestions
regarding retarded things, like stupid questions.
Take them to heart, in friendship, and in jest.
Well, that's just one more thing I'd like to suggest.
With respect to love, and why some people hate,
there’s this one little thing I've been thinking of late.
When I say 'in jest', do you hear, and ‘ingest’
the content, exactly, of what is confessed?
Can we still be friends, or will it end our beginning
when you find something fishy is wished for by sending
essences in questions, suggesting the same,
lest they cause indigestion by invoking their name,
like the fish, or the brand, or the stand that you take
on the boat, still afloat, in this rhyme as you make
your way through sea spray to the last pinned in line
to see if the sea has your fish yet defined?
If you tell your friends about me, tell them how you think I am.
Describe me like Angel would, “Frootloops, like Toucan Sam”.
Then, tell them what I said when I say, “Who do you call friends
when you are calling all your enemies, anemones with fins?”
as if that means clownfish aptly describe who to oppose,
and by suggesting, invest them in thought that means you chose
to wish those fish their endings by bending words in line
like this. Of course, the mission of these fishy words is mine,
and what I mean by writing is to invite people to cast
their lot, all that they’ve got, into an ocean of thought, vast
and endless, saint and sinless, as each universe is made.
In essence, the quintessence of a children’s card game, played.
So, having played the game we’re playing, now you must decide
here within this sphere, how our universes will collide,
because with each collision a decision must come and pass,
regardless of which fish you wish for, tuna, trout, or bass.