Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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Certain Seafood

I love me a fresh-caught fish
If it’s farmed, it’s not delish

Salmon! Salmon! Now you’re jammin’!
Halibut will stave off famine

Lobster steaming on the plate
Melted butter, that is great

But if it had a suction cup
Just the thought and I throw up

Octopus, call it calamari
But to me it’s “run-a very far-y”

Don’t even think to serve me squid
You will see me flip my lid

Please don’t serve me suction-cup seafood
Gives me willies. It’s not “me” food

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Just a little doggerel for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads’ “fish” prompt! And it’s true. Even looking at octopus, especially raw, gives me the sensation that my teeth are falling out of their gums. Somewhere between phobia and gross-out.  What’s your fish/seafood pet peeve?  Anything give you the willies?  Let me know in comments!   Peace (and melted butter for the lobster), Amy

This is also in the “right margin” at Poets United, my other poetic fish tank. Peace, Amy