TROUT FOR SUPPER

    TROUT FOR SUPPER      TIM WILLIAMS JULY 20TH 2014

THERE'S A TICKLE OF TROUT IN THE RIVER TONIGHT,
MY FATHERS CALLOUSED AND BROKEN HANDS
WILL FEEL LIKE FINEST FRENCH SILK TO IT,
"IT'S A MATTER OF SKILL WITH THE SCALE" DAD SAYS

I CRAWL WITH MY BUCKET ON THE SLAGHEAPS SIDE
HUNTING FOR SHOOTING STARS, AND CLINKERS OF COAL
TO LIGHT THE FIRE, TO HEAT THE RANGE,
TO COOK THE UNHOOKED TROUT

DAD'S NOT WORKED NOW FOR SIXTEEN WEEKS
" TOO MUCH SOVIET SOCIALIST  BILE IN HIS THROAT "
SAYS DAVIES THE LOAF
" TOO MUCH RED IN THE PRINT ON HIS HANDS "
SAY'S LEWIS "DROP DEAD" THE UNDERTAKER

" WHEN WILL THAT BOY LEARN " SHOUTS NANA,
" HE DOES'NT GET IT FROM ME " REPLIES GRANDAD,
" BUT I WILL GIVE HIM MY LAST PENNY FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE
POOR CHILDREN, BUT HE WILL FEEL THE BACK OF MY HAND MIND YOU "

MY FATHER KNOWS IT WOULD BE EASIER
TO TAKE ON THE WIND AND THE RAIN,
THE SCOTCH CATTLE MOVEMENT AND THE LORD HIMSELF,
THAN TO CAUSE THE WRATH OF HIS PARENTS,
BUT THE FAMILY WILL EAT FRESH TROUT FOR SUPPER TONIGHT
THE IMMEDIATE BATTLE IS WON.