As Cuttyhunk tourists we are cautious,
Seaside townspeople watching us,
Seagulls watching us,
“Why you watching us, Seagulls?”Fish Guts
At the only store, she bought me this t-shirt,
We walk up to the old WWII bunker,
Saw no U-Boats through our glass,
Walked back to town, the tide’s still out,
Oh God, what’s that aroma? …
Fish Guts
Blue Stripe Fishing Tours ties up to the dock, all tanned
Wealthy family stepping out,
Helped with the Surly Captain’s hand,
Next Popeye Skipper takes their catch,
‘Cause he’ll make every buck he can, … cleaning
Fish Guts
Slap on a plywood board nailed to the dock rail,
He slides his knife into each belly,
Pulls the white paunch sides so wide,
Scoops with his hand red fresh pink jelly,
Next thing he’s throwing to the tide, … fresh
Fish Guts
It dawns us how come it is everyone looks this way,
From everywhere at once they come,
Descending from the sky,
More seagulls than you thought could be,
Each squawking hearty seaside cries, … for
Fish Guts
Ropes of fish intestines wrap around their yellow beaks,
The Captain minces giblets,
Then he tosses them in reach,
Of a hundred squabbling seagulls,
Who now rule the dockside beach, … grab
Fish Guts
Our boat arrives, departure, now we’re on a queasy ride,
The catamaran we’re on takes
Every wave from side to side,
When we get back to Oak Bluffs we’ve decided we will, we’ll
Rather get ourselves a pizza, thoughts of fresh fish make us ill, … bleh!
Fish Guts!
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