The poem I promissed,
It was included in the annual school magazine at Handsworth Tech around 1954. I did not think it was worth putting in the poetry section but maybe here it will not be amiss. Here goes.
The trouts a fish of splendor,
Of colour and delight,
He's velvet smooth and slender,
And full of pluck and fight.
He's fished for by the angler,
With rod reel line and fly,
In lochs and lakes and chalk streams,
The Severn and the Wye,
He's hard to catch and wily,
Even when he's hooked,
But he tastes quite delicious,
After being cooked.
Bit daft I suppose but I was only a kid.
Regards.
It was included in the annual school magazine at Handsworth Tech around 1954. I did not think it was worth putting in the poetry section but maybe here it will not be amiss. Here goes.
The trouts a fish of splendor,
Of colour and delight,
He's velvet smooth and slender,
And full of pluck and fight.
He's fished for by the angler,
With rod reel line and fly,
In lochs and lakes and chalk streams,
The Severn and the Wye,
He's hard to catch and wily,
Even when he's hooked,
But he tastes quite delicious,
After being cooked.
Bit daft I suppose but I was only a kid.
Regards.
