A Stoopid Poem
O fishy, fishy, fishy, fish!
Thou art indeed my fav'rite dish!
For thou were caught in ancient Kish;
to grill thee, I would not cry 'pish'!
I'd serve thee to an Irish bish
or to a girl by name of Trish
for whom fried plaice is quite her wish --
yet I'd not place thee on a shish-
keBob, keHenry, or keFish!
And though thou may not look so swish,
prepared well, thou art so delish--
to thee I wrote this poem, fish!
The poem above made Shakespeare wroth;
To me, a raven thus it quoth.
(12 lines of
silly rhymes, plus 2 lines of a separate rhyme, ending in two archaic words. Does it count as a Shakespearean sonnet?)
