The Wooden Fish

I went down to the Quay
a free day to play

My mother was away and
I had the whole day.

I tossed pebbles into a stream
and boiled water till it steamed.

But I didn't have the mostest fun
until I loaded my fathers gun.

I walked out to the wooded vale
and sighted down a sail boat's sail.

I took aim and fired at the mast
but all I hit was a wooden bass.

It used to be straight above the shed
till I nailed it in the head.

The wooden fish stared reproachfully at me
I aimed again and took a bead.

A giant hand reached out of thin air
it snatched the gun and slapped my ear.

The wooden fish grin inanely at my pain
and it knew I'd get more of the same.

From that day till the here and now
I stare at the Wooden Fish with a vow.

One day I'll blast it away
despite what the giant may say.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 256 AF.