Momma had a sailboat
Papa had a mast.
Together they went sailing
into the starry night.

Momma fished for breakfast
and caught me in her net.
Threw me up upon the deck,
Shiny soft and wet.

Papa looked ad me and said,
"Looks like we caught a winner,
but this one is to small and weak
for us to have for dinner."

They threw me in a fishtank,
and fed me for a while.
And said, "When this one's big enough
we'll serve him up in style."

Momma cooked and serve me.
It was quite a feat.
Papa looked at me and said,
"He looks too good to eat."

They couldn't bear to eat me
so the stuck me in the fridge.
Behind a bowl of coleslaw,
topped with a lemon wedge.

So there behind the coleslaw
I grew to be a man.
Upon my chin their sprouted beard,
My flesh grew pale and wan.

Momma soon exclaimed,
"That stink's too much to bear."
Papa said, "There it is behind the coleslaw,
covered o'er with hair."

And so my parents threw me out.
They threw me in the trash.
They didn't even save the dish.
It too went with a crash.

So as I stand before you.
Please excuse the smell.
Perhaps some day it will blow off.
When I go sailing sailing.
Upon the briney swell.

5 responses total.

This is charming.  If you live local to Ann Arbor, you 
should read this at the next Poetry Slam. It would probably
be well received 'cause there is far too much angst and anger
in a lot of what's presented.  And this poem would go real well 
with dark beer.

hey, that's just great!
i agree with mary... you go right ahead buddy.
you got talent. so make yourself heard!

that is kinda cool :)

        I enjoy the morbid sense of humor of whoever wrote this poem.

*chucjle*  Very spiffy.

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