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?”
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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Being alone together in the same place - not the time to ask such a question! Nicely Cosmo!
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Sorry Hank, hope i didn't swim through any minefields.
DeleteJust go for it! It'll rekindle the fond memories and get things into place! No questions asked!
DeleteHank
Gusee this was an oops!! moment for she fish..
ReplyDeleteoops its guess!
ReplyDeleteI'd guseed that.
DeleteSomething is very fishy here indeed!
DeleteI ageer!
DeleteThe nagging goldfish: Carp, carp, carp
ReplyDeleteAll that glistens, Sancho, all that glistens.
DeletePoor little fishy -her. She needs a nice stable crab in her life with big pincers to make her happy and feel secure!
ReplyDeleteShould unmarried crabs be allowed to have nippers?
DeleteHey, why doesn't the LGBT love extend to fishies? Let's face it, it's a great way to not end up with a humungous family of goldfish you have to give away!! Companionship is better than overpopulation, ha ha.
ReplyDeleteGreat fun, Cos. I really loved this, like a breath of fresh air... through my gills... AmyFish
Why of course Amy, of course. I am a fully liberated goldfish biographer however the casting team did give me a male and a female. That sort of knocks out the LG section of the acronym, the BT stands of course, but smells fishy in this case. Mind you, I wouldn't be surprised if the goldfish did swing both ways. I try to run a liberated fishbowl. :-)
DeleteI love your clever, agile mind, Cos. You crack me up.
DeleteOf course, there's always the "questioning" aspect of LGBTQ!!
Too funny, Cosmo. Love the amnesiac him-fish. But now I can't get rid of "Swim, said the mama fishy, swim if you can" going around and around in my head like a fish in a bowl.
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Well, it's good that it found such a nice home. It came from my head, poor thing. Welcome to playing the game 'Newbery's pass the parcel'. Couldn't quote Mama directly due to syllable count restrictions but I'm sure you guessed that! ;-)
DeleteSo funny - the joke compounded by the lovely lilting rhyme. k.
ReplyDelete:-)
DeleteJust a delight. Not to mention the story of my life, lol.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. I hope they are changing your water regularly!
DeleteWhat a fun poem!! And the rhyming is perfect. Thanks so much for sharing this and for writing to my prompt!!
ReplyDeleteA pleasure Peggy. It's been a barrel of laughs. Well, OK, a bowl of fish.
DeleteNice rhyme, nice rhythm. Can't help feeling that even a goldfish would not forget why he was there.
ReplyDeleteKind of you, thanks. Thank you, kind of. Yes, You do have a point there, most men switch off their brain when they switch on their penis, that is a good point.
DeletePerhaps one to be investigated in the next poem: "The Leap of...um...whatever - The Sequel".
She was no angel!
ReplyDeleteHe thought she was. Well, he thinks he thought he did. I think.
DeleteThis is so funny and creative...
ReplyDeleteUnlike fishy-him, wanting to be procreative?
DeleteHa! Love this fun take!
ReplyDeleteSomeone, perhaps got "bowled over" by the experiences?
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs!
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haha I loved the last part. I had fish always jumping out of his bowl, digging himself under the rocks in the bottom and getting stuck I think we suicidal to tell you the truth
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