A Wrap of Fish and Chips: An English Dish

Tall waves, black with shaving foam
Scrape across the cliffs of night
An arc of blinding candle watt
That blinds the dark with fright

Jack Frost glaze upon the glass
Of the obalisk with a bright red waist
Sends salty ozone daylight
With a booming voice, make haste

To the wildly gyroscoping ship
With heaving nets, an eyedrop of fish
That land in tangled mess upon the deck
A draught of oil make a delicious dish

Tantalising oily fingered chips
Whilst reading the wrapping paper
Fishermen, tall dark waves and storms
To the plate, a decidedly dangerous caper.