Sheer and Mere

I have two fish in English.

Both swim along River Thames.

Fishermen hunt them for the dish.

Can hunters stop being selfish?

Thus aquariums I brought home.

We housed my fish in peace.

They kissed our hands in Rome.

My pets like sheep have fleece.

They yearn for fish and ships.

Their names are Sheer and Mere.

Those fish, my pets, are dear.

One’s big. The other is small.

They share a diverse shoal.


March 21, 2016

Mohsen H. Darabi

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