A solitary fish finger

I looked in the freezer
and there on the shelf  
sat a frozen fish finger,  
all by itself!  
  
I'm not sure who ate  
its companions and thought  
it was fine to just leave one—  
I'm sure it's distraught!  
   
I'd eat it myself  
but I'd have to buy more;  
to fill up an adult,  
you'd need at least four.  
   
Perhaps it would make  
a nice meal for a rat;  
a feast for the fairies  
or snack for a cat.
   
So, how should I serve it?  
With a morsel of cheese?  
In a minuscule sandwich  
with a side of six peas?  
   
With one small potato  
or paired with three chips?  
In a miniature toastie  
with salad and dips?  
   
Perhaps on a waffle  
or with some baked beans?  
As part of a fry-up  
or with some nice greens?  
   
While thinking it through,  
I said to my daughter,  
"Now talking of cooking  
has made my mouth water."  
   
She said, "yes, me too,  
but we need something filling.  
I have an idea! Come with me,  
'cos it's thrilling!"  
   
Then she pulled me along,    
said "We're onto a winner...  
we're going to sit    
by the pond and catch dinner."  
   
We sat by the pond  
with our fishing rods dangling,  
practising something like
fish finger angling.  
   
It wasn't too long  
'til we saw lots of fish,  
but they didn't have fingers  
or live in a dish.  
   
Then all of a sudden,  
as fast as a rocket,  
the lonely fish finger  
jumped out of my pocket!  
   
It splashed through the pond  
in pursuit of its friends,    
and that's where the tale  
of our fish dinner ends.  
   
Feeling hungry and sad,  
we trudged up the street,  
wondering what we were  
going to eat.  
   
"I've got an idea!" said my girl,  
"Please don't worry:  
let's go and fetch Dad  
and we'll order a curry!"