Adriaan de Lelie painted the boy, old man, and the fish. And as usual, Willem van Leen along with the flowers got the girl.
Before hand blenders were invented, fish smoothies took a little more work.
I’m not sure this garland needs a fish attached Tuen!
Mary despondently realized that no amount of flowers was going to mask the odor of Sam’s never-ending supply of fish
Meneer Marinus, all afternoon, / watched his wife form a floral festoon. / He would help decorate, / stringing fish from his plate, / which he’d caught in the nearby lagoon. /// His good wife knew Marinus meant well. / Flower allergies put him through hell. / He’s planning on wearing / a garland of herring, / counteracting the vile floral smell.
Beavis Wunsch: Hey, baby, wanna buy some peckerfish? Heh, heh, henh, heh.
Cynthia Pitcairn: No, Beavis, we’re still sick from your spotted dick. Timmy, hand me the vasectomy scissors.
Beavis: Are you threatening me?
Cynthia: Well, someone’s about to get ‘deflowered’ and it won’t be me this time.
In order to make a fish paste/ a fish must first be defaced/ it’s a task that needs less/ of force than finesse/ – and not one performed in haste./// For the fish is a noble beast-/ the foundation of many a feast/ far too tasty to waste/ and, when seasoned to taste/ a treat for the tongue, at least../// So if you would be hearty and hale/ then the beast of the gill and the scale/ is not merely meal/ but a pretty big deal/ (though perhaps not as big as the whale)..
A fishy tale….
“No, Hans, you can NOT hang that fish on the Welcome Back from the Sea garland!”
hans confidently demonstrates the new ronson veg-o-matic…
I once had a bad haddock. So I went to a sturgeon. Thank you, ladies and germs. I’ll be here all week.
If someone has seen a funnier fish pun today let minnow
Stop stabbing that fish with a squid and go take your meds.
Ready… set… 3…2…1… Squid Games.
Nuthin is as “oa-fish” as a heaping bowl of blowfish in the mor-or-nin’…
The floral garland for the May Day festivities was coming along much more quickly than the pickled herring garland.
A fellow who is passionate wish/was to pierce and devour a fish/knew he’d never survive/till the clock had struck 5/so he dined much closer to four-ish.
See here, you hang the fish on the garland, hang the garland around the outside of the door, and like magic, no carolers this Christmas.
For some reason, after this portrait was published, nobody bought the family’s salads at the farmer’s market anymore.
Nothin’ is as wearing as what Swedes can do to herring in the mor-or-nin’
A fish by any other name would smell as bad.
“Hey Nathaniel – come here and smell my roses”
You should have seen the one that got away.
Bad gag, want to barf.
He’ll never cut down the tallest tree in the forest with THAT pathetic excuse for a herring….
Jack’s sprat could eat no fat/His alewife could eat no lean…
Nate is obviously the top door to door Turnip Twaddler© salesman demoing one of its many uses:
I once worked for a guy who kept losing his herring and hired me to find it for him. I was his herring aide.
Go out and play son , Mr. Ooglee has a new invention he wants to use…I mean try.
Preparations for the sale of the new herring:
(best viewed with Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages as necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this painting. Other versions has the strip coloration image.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at
I have added a comment there (already approved by Mr. Melcher) pointing to the info about both artists I used to point to here. So far, 3 works at least in part by the first artist have been used here.
has the prior (the artist info URLs in my comment are also pointed to by here links in my blog comment). First work, at least in part by the second artist, used here.
“Do you think anybody supposes / that the secret to growing our roses / is fish, buried below / every bush, row by row, / and to find them we follow our noses?” /// It’s a trick that the Pilgrims were taught— / fertilizing with fish that they caught. / In New Amsterdam, Dutch / farmers learned this and much / more. Those secrets to Holland were brought.
“Dear, I asked for the scissors, not the stick blender.”
“Honey, that isn’t what Leonidas meant when he said he wanted laid.”
“Well … you weren’t listening very well when he said he was tired of hearing fish stories!”