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Jesus and the
fish
Jesus always knew where to find the fish.
He had fish in his diet,
he had fish on his dish.
He had fish in the sea, he had fish on the shore,
He came to disestablish
the rule of law.
If you offered Jesus fish then he’d never say never. Those
omega oils must have made him dead clever.
He was quite a learned
man, he was quite a deep thinker,
Jesus was a fish-lover; hook, line and
sinker.
He was there with his Dad in the first place
when they made the first
plaice. They gave him a medal. It said, “well done”.
Two ordinary boatmen were working on their schooner,
when Jesus walked
up to them, whistling a tuna.
“You’ve got what it takes, mates,
come and follow me,
I’ll teach you to wallow in a whole other sea.”
But they were feeling down and glum, “we haven’t caught
a thing” so Jesus pipes up, chirpily, “I’ll tell
you where to fling
your nets – throw them that way - out to the
right.”
“Yeah, that’s where we’ve tried Jesus, like all night…”
But something about him made them give it a try,
and suddenly the nets
were full, and I’m not talking small fry,
and Jesus shrugged, “I
always know where to find the fish.” You’re a bit special, aren’t
you, Jesus, they said,
and Jesus said, well, ish.
Jesus always knew where to find the fish. If he fancied a kebab
it would have to be shish. He liked his seafood cooked with flair. He didn’t
approve of scampi underwear.
Peter and Andrew had started out as fishermen
Jesus came along and turned
them into swisher men
travelling the land, making eloquent speeches,
preaching on the shore and
the sea and the beaches.
People said, but aren’t they just uneducated work men?
Why doesn’t
Jesus choose cool, Ben Sherman shirt men?
Why these commoners, hey, what’s
the deal, man?
Jesus said, “I can find the real man
inside the eel man.”
Fish for your lives, and fish for your men
fish on the menu again and
again.
Fish on their own and fish in a pair.
Jesus liked fish he could easily share – in that sense, he wasn’t
a shellfish person
Fish in the rivers, fish in the streams,
fish in his stories, fish in
your dreams,
he could bake ‘em and fry ‘em, both mackerel and
cod.
He could use them to show you he really was God
‘Cause after his death, his friends were all sat
crowded together
in a one-bedroom flat. Some bloke said he’d seen Jesus,
Monday last,
walking down the High Street, bold as brass.
He claimed it meant Jesus must be alive.
Others said, pah! Fish
pie in the sky. But as they puzzled over this fishy conundrum. Suddenly,
Jesus appeared, standing among them.
“Blistering Barnacles! You scared me to death!
Jesus, what
are you doing here?!” They’re catching
their breath,
“appearing like that. Are you a ghost?”
“No I’m
not, you mucker, give me some toast,
or a roast to eat, or whatever’s to hand
and I’ll show you I’m
back - a real, living man. Actually, I’ll tell you what would
be really dee-lish. A nice piece of fish.”
They all go quiet. Someone hands him a plate,
He takes it. They
all hold their breath and wait.
‘Cause they know no seafood,
from sushi to octopus
Could ever go down a ghostly oesophagus.
But Jesus doesn’t hesitate, he chomps it down fast -
“Could I eat this nice, fresh haddock if I’d had it?” he
asks
and even doubting Thomas had to shake his head. When the chips were
down, a fish had proved that Jesus was back from the dead.
Jesus always knew where to find the fish
He could feed five thousand
in the time it takes to say, “peckish”.
He was a fish
magician, a scale mathematician,
or was it a type of nuclear fish-ion?
Either way, Jesus was a man with manta-ray
vision.
Jesus always knew where to find the fish.
Even the slippery customers,
the ones with that mixture of wanting to be saved and not feeling they
deserved to be saved,
Jesus found those fish too. He wasn’t fooled by a fish in a
stew.
During Jesus’ appearance on “fish is your life”,
they
asked him, if you could fish for anything, what would it be?
a carp? a sturgeon?
a salmon? a bream?
Jesus said, I’d like to fish for every
single person in the world, and
save them from their sins. How you gonna do that, Jesus, that’s
a pretty big wish? Jesus said, there’s only one thing for
it, I’ll
have to go and die.
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We asked comic poet, entertainer and all-round lover of words Jude
Simpson to write five 'funny' poems about Jesus for this site. And to document
her creative process in an audio diary.
Download:
fish.mp3
The 5 poems:
First things
first
Myspace
Fish
Unrequited love Not cut out for
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