Fans Of The Fish

Fans of the Fish
What's your fondest wish
Not that I can help it come true
That's not what I do
Nor will it ever be
Unless you love my prose and poetry
Like oh so much
That a goodly hundred
Of the thousands yes
Subscribe to me
In the goodly full

 And then we could talk
For I'd have some coin
The kind to help
Depending on the wish of course
I'd have to think of myself
And my future eh
As I'm not at my youngest
And would like to live myself
In some good comfort

 Though I'm not magic
So don't come with anything tragic
And expect it to be undone
Keep it goodly small
And maybe as the days they fall
I'll hook you up
But good and well

 Only the odds of this
Are as good as a kiss
I'll feel upon my face
On the day of my birth
As a goodly woman fair
Finds herself some care
For my good company

And not just at the pub
Where there I'll be
Come that day
That ain't far off

 So this is just wishful thinking
Like if we were drinking
And just so happened 
To be talking about
Some wishful kind of shit
As if there was a chance
To take from things imagined
To things but come to pass

 But all great dreams
Start from zero
And mine it has a shot
So if you have the thought
That I might be
Yes worthy of 
Some subscriptional love
Then you will know but where to find me
As soon  as I know myself
Give or take a day or two

 Fans of the Fish
What's your fondest wish
Not that I can help you out
But it's good to talk about
If only just to give it to
The goodly universe
Which might just provide for you
A little help
That I but never could'

 If nothing else
It's the cause of a verse
And we could do worse
Than for me to write
Or you to read
A poem about wishes yes
Most fervent and dear

Charles Petrie

Date
09-10-19

Time 
14:03-15:29=76

Word Count
354



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