Fishy tale


"Could you pop round this evening,
To look at my TV, I know it isn't free.
Lis will put the kettle on,
And make a pot of tea.

About the tv I made it myself,
Out of lots of different fish,
When it stopped working,
Sound it mads was pishh".

TV made of fish was something,
I had to see; Now he offered cash.
Sounded weird to me-but fish?
I'd fix the thing for free.

I got there that evening,
He opened up the windows.
Outside it did snow, Wondered
if my hands would work,
It felt like five below.

He opened up tv rooms sliding door,
The smell hit me in nose and eyes.
It was a putrid smell,
Think I could have cried.

Managed to work on that tv,
"As I looked inside; Calling out.
I'd found the fault,
Your tunas gone and died!"

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-10 at 21:22

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