Huss

Another diabolical nonsense poem...sorry in advance. By the way, Huss is a fish known by other names in other places I believe.

Huss

The thing about us
We’ve always loved Huss
We’d get on a bus for Huss

We’d travel away to towns far astray
On a stuffy blue bus in search of fresh Huss

P’raps we’re making a fuss about Huss

But before you decide or meanly deride
We’re  really too old for a jolly good ride
But it’s gotta be done so I thought I’d confide

If it’s Huss, Huss ,Glorious Huss
Fried in breadcrumbs, that would be a plus
With chips on the side or the old man might cuss

‘Cause the thing about us
We love Huss