Fish
Written by: Avikare

I wish, I wish, I wish for that fish.
Bake it, broil it, cook it in oil; Fillet it, butter it; you'd better not broil.

Oh how I wish for that succulent fish.
Sauteed, flambeed, smothered with salt and spice, or simply cut it and let sit on ice.

Oh how I wish for that sumptuous fish.
When caught from a brook it's best deboned and cooked; Mouthwatering and delish.

Oh how I wish for that scrumptious fish.
Fresh caugh' from ocean or river, cooked or smoked it's ever so tender.

Oh how I wish for that fish.
Any way you prepare it, do it well. I'll wait, but only for a spell.

Our fishing contest now has a winner!
Now it will be my flaky, juicy, dinner.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 947 AF.