Ode to a dead fish.

You are a very big fish.
You would have made an impressive dish.
But sadly you are dead.
I am sure you would wish
That you weren't such a dead fish,
But your eyes are shriveled in your head.
You were a rainbow trout.
That's a fact I can tout
And not be considered wrong.
It's nothing to cry about,
Although if I stepped on you I'd shout
Because of the dreadful pong.