Imaginary Garden with Real Toads invites us to write about fish.
The Leap of..um…whatever.
“Swim little fish, swim if you can”,
The rhyme ran through his head.
So ‘round and ‘round the bowl he swam—
What a dreary life he lead!
That was until the fateful day
When a bowl came on the scene
That contained a fishy lady,
The first he’d ever seen.
To visit the fishy lady
Became is life-long goal
And so this forward fishy man
Jumped straight into her bowl.
“What do you think you are doing?”
She asked in mock distain,
But inside she was pleased he’d come
And hoped he would remain.
But goldfish are amnesiacs,
And thoughts quickly bid ‘adieu’.
The fishy-him turned to the fishy-her
And asked “Who the hell are you?”
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013