i went to the fair saw a goldfish in a bowl
not much room to move poor little soul
going round and round in his confined space
to him his goldfish bowl was just a lonely place
i took him home with me with a teardrop in my eye
he looked very sad it almost made me cry
bought a great big tank that had lots of space
now a goldfish bowl he wouldnt have to face
goldfish he was happy with lots of room to swim
is sadness it had gone and brought a smile to him
happy once again in his brand new home
with lots and lots of space now he can freely roam
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Author:
jim56 (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2022 08:35
- Category: Family
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Comments2
Good write Jim.
thankyou for comment means a lot
I like fishes. Oh, and nice poem.
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