Her gleaming chrome domain is fit for kings
(the cod alone would make a monarch sigh)
with every watery treat that one could fry ‒
a cornucopia of fishy things
and all the joys a battered sausage brings
(though guacamole is in short supply
if Mandelson should ever wander by).
This chippie heaven's sure to give you wings!
Yet Trish, for it is she, has secret dreams ‒
she ponders where her fish originate,
not fantasies of lakes or mountain streams
but to those fabled realms her thoughts migrate:
to Bailey, Shannon, Rockall, Sole and Wight;
to Viking, Forties, Thames and German Bight.