The Weeping Fish Orchestra

I once awoke into a dream

And there I saw a sight.

Adrift, a draft of Daffodils

Breezed on a hard day's night.

Still looking up and at the sky,

A Dandelions nest, 

Shone down like rays of Buttercups

Alighting up my vest.

“Hello,” I bellied up to it.

And smiling like a wave,

Hoped hoping as I climbed inside

That it was well behaved.

Abound with hobnail boot astride

It turned and travelled on-

Until it reached another place

Where I had not come from.

“It's like a well know strangers face,” 

I mused in thoughtish utter.

The one my Fatter used to wear

Before he ground my Mutta.

Then leaping like a jumping bean,

I landed open eyed,

And spied a sandy cobbled shore

where nothing did reside.

“How long,” I said, “have you been here?”

And in a mock reply,

It answered with a knowing look,

Then flew off on a pie.

Alone, I sat beside myself,

For company of course,

And listened while I hummed a song

In tones that made me hoarse.

And then, I swear, as fast as fast,

Beneath a sea of hands,

An orchestra of weeping fish

Grab grabbed me from the sands.

They sat me on a flying Whale

That soared beneath the sea,

And took me home to where he lived

To make us both some tea.

“Oh, what a lovely Plaice you have,”

I told him over grubber,

And with that, getting on all fours

He let me pull his udder.

“Please don't do that!” A Fishcake cried,

“You don't know where he's from.”

But having learned this lessen once

I noticed I had gone.

Reviews

[Zany]

Beautiful. It has an Alice in Wonderland Seuessian flavor. I too was drawn by the title.

[Wayne Riley]

Thank you for your wonderful comment. I really appreciate it.

[promqueen]

beautifully written, the title actually drew me. The weeping fish orchestra. Thank you for sharing!