The noble fish sat on my plate
hadn’t had a battering
it had been enjoying a bath like Cleopatra
getting all warm and tasty
Upon leaving the path it was
wrapped up in a coat of green
to enhance its wonderful flavour
and rested on a bed of buttery potato
And while it lay there in on the plate
lying in its luxury
a cohort of peas stood on a potato ridge
to keep it safe from wondering eyes
But alas all were devoured
in the haze of white and green
grappled apart by trident and sword
by the chef and his guests
