Fisherman

A Poem by Debbie Barry

A nursery rhyme about an English fisherman, with a comment on French cuisine.

Fisherman

I spend my life upon the sea;

To fish, I rise at dawn;

The French may have their frogs and snails;

I sup on crab and prawn.

© 2018 Debbie Barry

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Initial reactions and constructive criticism welcome.

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sette

and those are seafood so delicious

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

LOL Sette, I could just about live on crabs and shrimp, if I could afford them. I hope you enjoyed.. read more

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Author

Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

About

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..