A Poem for Poetry Month
Monday April 27, 2009
The Singing Fish
Poor old Mr. Avery Gish
Thought he heard a singing fish.
Heard it late one night in June.
Heard it singing to the moon.
Said the song was full of soul-
Not unlike old Nat King Cole.
So old Mr. Avery Gish
Went to catch his singing fish.
He took a net and his canoe
Out on the lake so dark and blue.
And though the story sounds absurd
That was the last time people heard
Of poor old Mr. Avery Gish
And his silly singing fish.