The Jam Fish by Edward Abbott Parry









The Jam Fish

by Edward Abbott Parry


A Jam Fish sat on a hard-bake rock,

His head in his left hand fin,

He was knitting his wife a sky-blue sock

With a second-hand rolling pin.

His wife was watching her old Aunt Brill

Sew acid drops on to his shirt,

While his grandmother fitted a caramel frill

To a Butterscotch tartan skirt.


His cousin Jelly Fish gently swam

In a pool of parsley sauce,

While the Jam Fish sighed, 'I am only Jam,

And must wait for the second course.

When the rice mould quivers on the dish,

And shakes at the children's sneers,

Till the scented voice of the old Jam Fish

Shall melt their scorn to tears.'