The Operatic Life
I had a fish named Rusty
In my kitchen sink he dwelt
His smell was kinda musty
His figure was quite svelte
I think he was a snapper
But I couldn't say for sure.
I won him at a funfair
At ring toss (I'm the champ)
I wept to see just one hair
Where whiskers should encamp
And yet, he was so dapper
my granny was impressed
I fed him ale and carrots
His colour turned to gold
As if a flock of parrots
In Sutter's Mill had rolled
So shiny, like bling on a rapper
Mystifyingly, I spoke
I lost him on a Monday
He swam right out my door
I hope and pray that one day
I'll understand what for
'Til then, I'll pout on crapper
For everyone to see
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, F, Beefy, Will_H, Grayman, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 20th August 2004 by Karin. |