FISHY-RIp

by damont   May 27, 2010


Oh dear sweet Fishy Fishy-the Goldfish

you swallowed food like no other
and always demanded clear water
you float around seemingly
you were a true goldish really
you swim around with your fishy fins
and your fishy eyes would look
for stuff and your fishy mouth will blow
fishy kisses at konchawa, eve, and me
i saved your life once but
the Lord took you home
may God rest your Fishy soul

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