If they had a wishbone, perhaps I’d eat fish,
first stripping the flesh and then making a wish.
Of course I’m no specialist in the deboning.
This is a talent I haven’t been honing.
For I must say fish are a complete enigma,
since I have acquired a congenital stigma.
My mom never broiled them or poached them or fried them
and so in fact I’ve never ordered or tried them,
and every proposal to taste them I’ve scorned,
for I don’t appreciate how they’re adorned
with alert eyeballs and scales on their skin.
I simply don’t find the shape that they’re in
especially appetizing, so the stigma
I’ve attached to them should be no enigma.
If it resides in lake, ocean or sea,
you will not find it residing in me!