The Fish Sellers Poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

There's fish, and the sellers are. The do fishy things to earn a good dish, as was told of them by the story tellers.

These people like what they sell
They are often bad and fishy
But not all of them
For Jonah had a good story to tell
Of one of them.

Sometimes I believe
That to have a relieve
Of the ill side of life
One has to bye the 'WE' and buy the 'ME',
in a fish’s like
For some Christians are but me, I, and myself.

Some go on white clothes
While others go on sack clothes
Some do have no clothes
But the white clothed goats
Exploit and deprive them of those
For which they can pose.

The white clothed goats
Are today's Peter and Paul
But not like Peter and Paul
For they are Sauls and over-fed toads
They are the fish sellers
Therefore, know ye they today, the story tellers
By their fruit and binding tethers.

Their ware is perishable
Like an overstayed vegetable
They have to make a good sale
But with their mouth which is always ready to tell
A sweet tale of sugar and honey,
Mixed with the bitterness of an unending journey
Of tongue twisting for fishy money.