Plenty more Fish in the Sea
By Tom Moody
When I was nine my brother Stu
was almost seventeen.
His girlfriend Claire was just sixteen
and meant the world to he.
One sunny afternoon Stu came home,
blue eyes filled with tears.
Claire had dumped my brother Stu
and gone with his friend Piers.
Tears fell from my brother’s eyes
like autumn leaves from trees.
My dad said, ‘Don’t you worry, son.
There are plenty more fish in the sea.’
Well this confused my little brain,
I couldn’t comprehend
why Stu would give up liking girls
and fancy fish instead!
Tunas don’t make good girlfriends:
they don’t have hands to hold.
And dates with mackerel can’t be fun:
the sea is pretty cold.
But thankfully Stu fancied girls
and not fish from the sea
so I could eat guilt-free my chips
with cod and mushy peas!