*Laurie Kolp Poetry*

Friday Fish Night
by Laurie Kolp

Fish, fish, fish-
every Friday we ate fish.
Whether it was Lent or not,
Mom made us eat this dish.

Sometimes we went to Luby’s
(now I see that as a treat),
I gagged at the elderly-
McDonald’s I wished to eat.

And even at McDonald’s
I hated the filet-o-fish,
but then again I had no say,
even though I liked to wish.

So now that Lent’s approaching
and as the household cook,
I will continue this fish cycle
while each scowl I overlook.