Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Wife Hates Fish Fry Fridays!”

My fisherman, he has come home from his trip,

I just cringed and didn’t do a flip.

To see all the fish he proudly caught,

I said, “Are any of those newly bought?”

Scaling them outside, he had scales flying high,

I said to him, “I’m going shopping, love you, goodbye!”

He can have that fishy fun that’s so slimy and smelly,

I love shopping and eating a hot ham sandwich from the deli.

I hate those fish scales. They fly everywhere.

Especially when they get in my long, beautiful brown hair.

Yet, he loves to fish; I can’t stop this…

Cooking the darn things, dismiss I wish.

Anyway, I love him so very much…

He can have fun with the fish with their slimy touch.

Many years of cooking hash browns and fried fish

It’s now one of my disliked, disgusting cooked dishes.

It stinks the whole darn house up;

It sure is great for the doggy, my little pup.

I had enough of that; I am through;

After eight long years, you would be too.

Now my kitchen is closed, clean; off go the lights.

No more homemade “Fish Fry” Friday nights…

This nightmare will be over soon.

Leave me alone; let me sleep until noon!