planet gareth : poems : ode to a haddock

I have decided to compose an ode, to try and explain my anguish.
For the purposes of rhyme, "haddock" should be pronouced "ha-dock", to rhyme with, say, mock.


Ode to a Haddock

Haddock, haddock,
Where is thy sock?
For I must sing of thee.
And yet, you mock,
My dear haddock,
And force me to the tree.

Haddock, haddock,
There in a frock,
You came not unto me.
But doth it shock
You, my haddock,
To learn the cows are free?

Haddock, haddock,
You're not a rock,
For that is plain to see.
But still you knock,
My sweet haddock,
On a door that's already open.

Haddock, haddock,
My heart you lock,
And steal away the key.
You bought a wok,
Alas, haddock,
I cannot marry thee.

Haddock, haddock,
Head on a block,
The tiger's jaws you see.
The sheep, they flock,
To you, haddock,
And drown there in the sea.

Haddock, haddock,
You play the glock
-enspiel, it rhymes, you see.
You run amok,
And force, haddock,
The aardvark round for tea.

Haddock, haddock,
Let's now take stock,
The wild boars all run free.
The boats they dock,
I leave, haddock,
For you are not a herring.


Hmm, yes. There is a reason for this, but it's not a very good one. I was a first-year student, and was writing an e-mail to a couple of friends and had just written the word "haddock" when the computer died, causing me to lose the mail. When it came back to life, I decided to punish the upstart machine, which I did by typing "haddock" at it. A lot.

It was late. I'm sorry.