Sonny caught a fish last night.
Went off angling over night.
In the freezer.
Out of sight.
Don't what sort it is.

It's laid upon ice.
Unwrapped.
Yuck.
Fish façade fixed.
Frozen stiff.
Cooking the poor thing is out of the question.
Unable to cook,
Nor to prepare.
The thought of bone removal, decapitation.
Revolting thought.
Although I'm very proud of him, I wish he hadn't caught.
I prefer my fish bought, not caught.
Fish make me squirm.
Taste good tho.
Got any suggestions?
Have no idea what is this fish.
If I hadn't woken up.
I probably would have kissed said fish.
Son's idea of a joke.
Not my choice.
Pen's my voice.
Glad I awoke when I did.
(c)Livvi