There once was a fish house in town
who's entrance would give you a frown
to find the front door
was always a bore
and the rain drops would mess up your gown.
People waiting for tables compete
for a chance at available seats
by staring and glaring
and otherwise bearing
while waiting for succulent meats.
But it's all forgotten in time
when your beer begins soaking up limes
the food starts appearing
and the drinks begin cheering
as you leave all your worries behind.