A bit of fishday poetry
(I wrote this poem some 4 years ago or so)
That is all.You have at your command
The wisdom of ages
Recall the triangle
The eye of the apple tree
Half a league! Half a league!
A shoe in the forest of happiness
Where the gorons frolic
And the ordonians prosper
Can you not see the sorrow?
Can you not feel your pangs of hunger?
An afro, a mohawk, a siege engine
The Britons aren't coming! You're next! You're next!
Black, white, green, macaroni and cheese
A unibrow breaks the mold
Chalk on a dry erase board writes no words
From a mountain grows the sun.
-Ghoti of Fishday