The magic purple haddock

 

Emerging from a wondrous paddock

Was seen a smiley purple Haddock

With flashing gills and floating hair

You to amaze but also scare

But lo, behold its friendly visage

Mimicking your every image

An amazing vision true to say

A friendly fish in every way.

I’m here, it said, to grant three wishes.

Your future could be more propitious.

I have to say I was well surprised

This you will I’m sure surmise

For purple Haddocks aren’t often seen

They’re one rare life form is what I mean.

But offered up piscatorial chance

My brain began to sing and dance.

Three wishes? Any three you say?

And you will make them come my way?

That is true, that is the case

What er’ you want is yours to face.

What to ask? What to request?

A million pounds, a riding vest?

Ten years younger or world peace?

An ideas fountain my head released.

Be careful what you ask for the wily fish did chuckle

Last chap I asked drown’d in velvet honeysuckle.

Before I knew just what I’d said

I blurted out, could I instead

Have everyone to live for ever,

Feeling I was being clever.

Surely. T’is already done

Prepare to meet your great grandson,

His dad, his dad, and on and on,

Till earth got full, the future gone.

Wish number two was happiness eternal

Which soon became quite infernal

Without the sad and no bad thoughts

Life too soon was very fraught.

All agreed all the time

No more strife no hills to climb

No one ill, no one dying

The boredom it was mortifying.

Just one more wish left to make

Must get it right for goodness’ sake

What to do, what to wish

To make things right, to ask this fish?

Then like a lightning bolt from up on high

A twinkle came into my eye.

My third wish was my final call

It mustn’t waste, but clean up all.

The most important thing under the sun

Is my first two wishes be undone.

And in a puff of rainbow light

The haddock turned and said alright

If that’s what you want, then it shall be

For now, you’ve had your wishes three.

And d’ya know just what I learned?

Wishing’s hard to not be burned.

From that day forth and evermore

Whenever tired or feeling sore

I think on back to that magic day

When I learned to find my way.

So if that fish it comes to you

In a park, or at the zoo,

Be very careful what you ask

Make sure you look behind the mask

For what’s up front’s not always blessed

Less can be more to find what's best.