Mother in Law's Tongue.

If this is in the window,

my wish is,

My Mother in Law sees it.

I'll tell her she must visit,

even if it's not her week.

I'll tell her they're cooking

a fish with her name on it.

'Jean', it will say when it

arrives at the table.

'Jean, eat me, I'm yours.'

But the words would be spelt

out in chips and punctuated

with peas.  And she would

sprinkle the dish of words

with salt, to remind the fish

of the sea, and vinegar

to give the chips and peas bite-

And, she would enjoy.