What Price Fame? - A Fish's Tale
Posted by Pinhole at 11/27/2007 8:07 PM 
Categories: Cartoon characters, Barn Animals, Humor, Writing, Philosophy
Categories: Cartoon characters, Barn Animals, Humor, Writing, Philosophy
Jacques Cousteau to Mrs. Paul,
My legacy has ranged.
Halibut to flounder, some
Odd looks have been exchanged.
Some books tell of oceans,
And what lurks underneath;
Spielberg made a movie of
My cousin with the teeth.
Now Plexiglas protects me
And guards me from the fray.
Still, it sometimes seems to me
As if I’m on display.
Worshipped by the multitudes,
Purchased by the pound;
Either situation can
Consume you, I have found.
All considered, it appears
I’m vital to the game;
Regretting, only briefly...
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Excellent Fish Story!
I loved it!
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Thank you, FF&F!
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As I reflect on your fish's existential predicament, I would suggest it's not all that far from the human condition, the main difference being that we typically don't have that high a level of awareness.
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Yes, I'm afraid we've not done proper service to our public.
Thanks.
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I wanted to say something clever...like...."Great fish story"...but F,F & F thought of it first.....
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That's okay...just put the emphasis on different syllables and no one will know.
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If I ever caught, say, a northern pike who talked like this, I'd throw him or her back because I'm not sure I want to eat talking food. That view has kept me out of the cannibalism game for years.
So, is this poem based on a true life experience or too much peyote?
Either way, it's cool stuff even without the tartar sauce.
Malcolm
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A sound approach.
As for where you think this might have come from; I've never tried to tell anyone what they should believe.
Thanks, Malcolm.
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Here, the fish are usually served with head (and everything else) still intact. I think that when I have guests here from the US, they are often afraid they are going to hear some thoughts just like this start coming from the fish's mouth. At least, I gather that, based on the fact that they usually say no thanks to the fish.
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In America we even cut the eyes out of the potatoes (take that, Mr. Quayle!) so they won't witness the unspeakable acts we commit at the table.
Old habits die hard.
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A fishy tale, and very funny.
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Thanks, Sharon.
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If ever I saw a picture of a fish with a hangover, that's got to be it. Hmmm, "drinks like a fish" - coincidence?
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Huh...I thought it looked rather serene. May be the same thing.
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