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Debatable Edibles at the Pot Luck Dinner
That dip indeed looks most delicious—
one of many lovely dishes
spread out here upon the table.
I’d eat them all if I were able,
yet, I admit I am suspicious
of this and several other dishes.
I fear that they may harbor fishes—
foodstuffs far outside my wishes
of consumable provender;
for fish of any size or gender,
no matter how incredible,
I’ve always found inedible.
Tuna, marlin, salmon, cod
are flavors that I find most odd.
Clams and lobster, oysters, shrimp—
brand me as a seafood wimp.
Anything with gill or fin
I do not choose to put within.
No horseradish or mayonnaise
can shield me from the pure malaise
that befalls me when I bite into
a canape I’ll later rue.
You cannot hide that fishy flavor
to turn it to a taste I’ll savor.
Many others have met defeat
when trying to get me to eat
anything from sea or lake.
It’s a mistake I just won’t make.
So keep your ceviche and dips.
I’ll make do with potato chips.
The prompt today is suspicious.
It is also appropriate for Smorgasbord, which is the June 13, 2018, prompt for Ragtag Daily Prompt today.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Cute poem! Personally pot lucks are a nightmare for me – too many food allergies.
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At least you can eat what you bring.
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Thats what I do…
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That’s it. The marriage is off.
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Does that mean you like fish or detest it?
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LOVE IT!!
I even love fish jokes:
What did the fish say when it swam into a wall?
“Dam!”
There were two fish in a tank, and one said to the other “You steer. I’ll fire the gun.”
Where do you find the most fish?
Between the head and the tail.
*sob*
I can’t believe you don’t like fish….
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Groan. I can’t believe that is your excuse for a joke! What did the lingerie model say to her lover every night before she went to sleep? Nightie nightie.
There! now we are even.
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You’re right, that was awful.
But your delivery was perfect 🙂
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Hmm. I have no reply for people who agree with me. Smart move.
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Whew. It worked again….
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I’m with you: vegetarian who sticks to organic chow when possible, and who avoids things that are too hot or otherwise make me ill.
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Pot lucks are always full of things that are fatty and full of strange gravy. I’m pretty sure there was a time when I didn’t think that way. I really AM getting old.
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I hear you. I always say it’s because I’m from the prairie. We never had seas or seafood here. Beef, pork, chicken. I do like plain old fish, mind you, just not shellfish or those curvy little things that make me think of cutworms. Bob’s mom told me once that Dad liked oysters but they looked like baby mice so she wouldn’t touch them. I picked up her prejudice instantly. 😦
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Ha. I’m a prairie girl, too, you know.
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I thought we’d have something in common here. Though your family, with their Scandinavian roots, probably like regular fish?
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My father’s parents were both Dutch. My mother was Scottish. My dad ate fish and my mother did, occasionally, if it was battered and deep fried in a restaurant. She never cooked it. Both my sister and I hate fish.
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