A fish called Pythagoras

I once kept some fish

I called one Pythagoras

He swam round and round the tank

And to be frank

I thought he was working out the cubic capacity.

To keep them fit

I fed them on flakes because that's all it takes

But he was a sod he took out a fishing rod

Caught all the others and ate all his brothers

I was a bit peeved but then I conceived

An idea..Oh lord what a killer.

In his tank I put a mirror

Well.

When he saw his reflection

Section by section he ate himself

And finished with his head.

Now Pythagoras is dead.

You didn't expect a happy ending did you?

John Smallshaw

Stewed - A poem

You never saw the inequality, or the folly of chasing a rainbow,

woe,

while you were eating bread and cheese and lusting after mammon

the fat cats in their white maybachs

were chewing on lean gammon, topped with creme la more

and the more you chased, the less time they wasted on you,

boo

how do you feel when you've been down at heel, and they're wearing shoes by choo, skin cared for by la roche,

did you ever feel that posh?

Well it's just a waste of feckin time, I'll only ever get what's mine by kicking down the built up shells wherein the rich man sits and dwells while counting out his ill got gains,

and me,poor me wrapped in the chains of misery and have not got,

I'd have all rich men shot,

but who would take their place

who'd be poor in my master race? not I

but then I'd die as well

I'd be locked inside the shell counting gelt

opening one more notch upon my belt, I'd be fat, a cat, another rich man, rat man, take what the man can

I can imagine it

drowning in shit and surrounded by money.

Ain't life funny when you've got it all, you've got sod all and in some big hall,you hold small balls

and that ain't a laughing matter.

John E. Smallshaw