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.
RJT
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