
Gold, breaded sticks
For a compliment
Of men
Fry
Pole food filet
Eggs, eyes,
Smells to me
Swim with
Flying hook
School of knife
Trip rod tank
Out of water
Babble cat, dog puffer
Clown, spear, devil
Plenty in the sea
And chips
Fish
This is from a dVerse prompt: Pen a poem of any style with exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must contain a given word within the body of the poem. The word is Fish.
My quadrille is all fish words or phrases without the fish. Hope you enjoy! 🐠
Cool poem, Stew! I used to fish with my dad, so I enjoyed your poem.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you! So glad you liked it. Nice to bring back some happy memories.😊
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I hail from a long line of men and women who love/loved to fish ~ and I SO appreciate your quadrille!!!
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Thanks so much Helen. It’s nice to know that someone with a history of fisher men and women enjoyed it and got it. I appreciate your comment. 🐟
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Stuart, this is deliciously chaotic—in the best way. “School of knife / Trip rod tank” swims right into my brain and makes a mess of it (again, in the best way).
~David
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High praise indeed from you David! I’m honored to make a mess of your brain, in the best of ways.😄 I wasn’t sure it would work well but this makes it all worth it.
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A very clever verse 🙌
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Nicely done with all those sharp, concise lines. It reeled me in.
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Thanks! I think the FINished product came out swimmingly. 😁
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Thank you! I thought it was something worth trying. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. 😊
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