i saw a little goldfish swimming in a bowl
at the local fairground the poor little soul
he swam round round with very little room
going up and down in his little tomb
coming to the top to try and get his air
in his bowl so small it really wasnt fair
i took him home with me he looked very sad
i put in my pond this it made him glad
he could move around now he had the space
a proper goldfish home in a proper goldfish place
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Author:
jim56 (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2026 06:32
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Comments1
Lovely Jim a poem of compassion and giving to improve the life of another. Nicely written
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