Disembowelled Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste I was gutting one No big deal I was learning to cook at the time Inside the fish was a finger with a ring made of gold, but I vomited, and the master- Cook took the ring. The school is now a catering academy Teaches the same as before But academy sounds more learned A cook is now a chef has got a diploma
Rowing in the fiord the water was clear I could see seaweed It was quite tall and entangled in them dead fishermen. I knew they would not believe me but I stopped eating fish.