Fish and Custard
"I don't think I would ever wish
to eat this custard with some fish."
I don't mind custard fine and winey,
but never fishy, never briny.
I stare in sadness at my dish
of custard, but devoid of fish,
and wish for pudding, stick and sweety,
instead of fish which tastes too meaty.
"No fish!" I scream at cups and plates.
My custard cowers, steams, and waits.
"Fish and custard should not touch!"
I cannot stand to think it, much.
"I will not eat fish in this stuff.
I can't be forced.
I've had enough!
No fish!
No custard!
Not together.
Not today, tonight, or ever!
No to haddock, plaice or cod,
or monkfish delicate and soft,
and creamy white,
in scented flakes...
and steamed with sesame, or baked...
to smell...
to taste...
to gently chew it...
Okay; go bring it in.
I'll do it."