The Fish with the Big Melons

There once was a fish trader who didn’t trade fish

From his cart he sold melons that none could resist

His melons were so plump, ripe, and juicy

you would’ve thought they were Kim Kardashians booty

BUT NO THESE WERE REAL, to everyone’s disbelief

So they flocked to his cart to indulge in sweet treats

But the fish trader was adamant. He wouldn’t oblige

He scoffed at their money and said not for I

In shrill voice that protruded from his throat

he let the folks know, that his melons were JUST for show

Not for squeezing and touching or other nasty things of that sort

For these were his melons, not balls for sport

So, he set a price that was too high to bare

They begged for just 1 melon which he would not spare

Money and Gold is not what he wanted

And in a loud voice the fish trader taunted

“What I want is vengeance and vengeance I shall get

On the man who killed my cousin when we were swimming and wet

What I want is his head, mounted on my wall

and he who shall bring me this will get my melons this fall”

So the villagers went out in search for this random man

They knew not what he looked like, whether he was strong, tall, or tan

So they slaughtered every father, boy, and child in sight

Anything for those melons that were so juicy and ripe

They brought back the fish trader the heads on a plank

But in a single glance, he knew they were rank

“You fools!” he cried out in disbelief

“What have you brought me, what a monstrous deed”

“I’m tired of your antics. Let me show you, you’ll see”

He pulled out a pen and drew a shark crudely

This is who I want and bring him quick

His name is Mark the Shark, his motives are sick

And so the bounty was set on the big sharks head

And if you had seen the melons, you would’ve wanted him dead

But Mark was a bastard who would not be caught

He killed every one of whom that he had fought

He laughed in delight and flashed an evil grin

For Mark was monster who would always win

But Mark was greedy like the fish trader himself

“What’s so special of these melons”, he thought to himself

So what he did next, people couldn’t believe

He stoles a man’s lungs in order to breathe

And then he climbed out the ocean and biked his way north

To find the fish trader and take his melons of course

So Mark the Shark biked day and night

Though tired and beaten he put up a fight

Eventually making his way to the village you see

That’s when he saw the fish trader sipping his tea

The sun had just risen, it was the crack of dawn

The shark was tired and let out a yawn

But in front of him now stood the fish trader who didn’t trade fish

He howled, he growled, the melons looked so delish

“You time has come” he told fish trader.

Give me your melons and I’ll see you later.

The fish trader smiled, with his mouth so toothless and dark

“You have fallen for my trap Mark the Shark

Kill you I will, like you killed my cousin”

And with that rolled his melons, not one but a dozen

The big melons bounced up and down delightful

Crushing the Shark ever so spitefully

And then it was over. The deed had been done.

Mark had been killed and the fish trader won

Atop the melons he danced with happiness not spite

He had defeated the tyrant in just a single fight

Then fish trader searched through the dead shark’s corpse

and from it he pulled out his cousin of course

His cousin wasn’t breathing and would be deemed dead

but the fish trader stayed vigil performing CPR instead

And to his delight things worked out well

His cousin came alive, resuscitated from hell

And thus, was the tale of the fish trader who didn’t trade fish

from his cart he sold melons

that none

could resist

The End