THE saddest fish that swims the briny ocean, The Catfish I bewail. I cannot even think without emotion Of his distressful tail. When with my pencil once I tried to draw one, (I dare not show it here) Mayhap it is because I never saw one, The picture looked so queer. I vision him half feline and half fishy, A paradox in twins, Unmixable as vitriol and vichy -- A thing of fur and fins. A feline Tantalus, forever chasing His fishy self to rend; His finny self forever self-effacing In circles without end. This tale may have a Moral running through it As AEsop had in his; If so, dear reader, you are welcome to it, If you know what it is! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE IN HOSPITAL: 3. INTERIOR by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WITH MY CIGAR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |