Go Fish! Poem by Shaun Cronick

When it comes to catching fish,
I don't need a fishing rod.
I just pop into a chip shop,
And buy a battered cod.

But hark! If there's no chip shop!
Then a fish market will surely do.
Displaying fish from distant seas,
Succulent choices for all to view.

But hark! If there's no fish market!
Then a supermarket shall suffice.
With jars of mussels and cockles,
That teasingly taste so very nice.

But hark! If there's no supermarket!
Then a hungry homeward path I trod.
Where my dusty shed proudly protects,
My reliable, good old fishing rod.

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day.
Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.