The Fly, the Fish, the Bear, the Hunter, the Mouse and the C
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 6:08 am
There's been discussion elsewhere concerning the inadvisability of building poems around old jokes. Generally, I'd agree, but I'd like to think there are exceptions. I found this poem a great challenge to write, but it was also a lot of fun, and it has been well received.
The Fly, the Fish, the Bear, the Hunter, the Mouse and the Cat
© Stephen Whiteside 2009
In the river swam a fish, gazing at the sky,
Following the movements of a big, black, juicy fly.
“If that fly should drop six inch, I’ll have a tasty snack.
I’ll slowly swim in circles, getting ready to attack.”
Upon the bank there stood a bear, staring at the fish.
His mouth began to water at the thought of such a dish.
“If that fish should chance to leap, I’ll grab it in my maw.
What a lovely afternoon it seems I have in store.”
Beside the river hid a hunter, eyes upon the bear.
Seldom had he ever seen a prize so rich and rare.
“If that bear should grab a fish, I’ll have him in my sights.
I’ll pump a bullet in him, and I’ll soon put out his lights.”
Near the hunter lay a mouse. He goggled at the lunch
That the hunter, waiting for the bear, had just begun to munch.
“If the hunter stands and shoots, his food will likely slip.
Upon that hunk of tasty cheese I’m sure to get a grip.”
Farther still, behind a bush, there crouched a hungry cat.
He watched the dainty little mouse, and dreamt of getting fat.
“If that mouse should grab that cheese, I swear I will not pause.
I’ll pounce, and trap him firmly underneath my steely claws.”
Six inches dropped the big black fly. Like lightning leapt the fish.
The bear lurched forward slightly, and the hunter got his wish.
The mousey leapt upon the cheese, his nostrils all a-quiver.
Alas, the cat mistimed his leap, and landed in the river!
The moral to this story (if you have not got it yet!):
Each time a fly should fall six inch, a pussy ends up wet!
The Fly, the Fish, the Bear, the Hunter, the Mouse and the Cat
© Stephen Whiteside 2009
In the river swam a fish, gazing at the sky,
Following the movements of a big, black, juicy fly.
“If that fly should drop six inch, I’ll have a tasty snack.
I’ll slowly swim in circles, getting ready to attack.”
Upon the bank there stood a bear, staring at the fish.
His mouth began to water at the thought of such a dish.
“If that fish should chance to leap, I’ll grab it in my maw.
What a lovely afternoon it seems I have in store.”
Beside the river hid a hunter, eyes upon the bear.
Seldom had he ever seen a prize so rich and rare.
“If that bear should grab a fish, I’ll have him in my sights.
I’ll pump a bullet in him, and I’ll soon put out his lights.”
Near the hunter lay a mouse. He goggled at the lunch
That the hunter, waiting for the bear, had just begun to munch.
“If the hunter stands and shoots, his food will likely slip.
Upon that hunk of tasty cheese I’m sure to get a grip.”
Farther still, behind a bush, there crouched a hungry cat.
He watched the dainty little mouse, and dreamt of getting fat.
“If that mouse should grab that cheese, I swear I will not pause.
I’ll pounce, and trap him firmly underneath my steely claws.”
Six inches dropped the big black fly. Like lightning leapt the fish.
The bear lurched forward slightly, and the hunter got his wish.
The mousey leapt upon the cheese, his nostrils all a-quiver.
Alas, the cat mistimed his leap, and landed in the river!
The moral to this story (if you have not got it yet!):
Each time a fly should fall six inch, a pussy ends up wet!