Are fish objects, John?
THE THING IN A SHEET
Beware, this drama’s quite unclean.
Cast: Undersigned, Defunct Sardine.
I opened up their tomb of tin
And turned out all the fish therein.
And then - oh shame, I hang my head -
I ate them, sitting up in bed.
Which fact, unsavoury but true,
Please blame on solitude and 'flu.
Alas, to loud convulsive oaths
One lost itself beneath the clothes!
After some frantic hide-and-seek
There still remained its haunting reek.
And so for days my room could boast
A faint elusive oily ghost.
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