A fish,
thought a good friend,
often finds himself distracted,
and drunk.
As Marlins often are.
A fish,
With a silver and blue breast,
often get his long snout stuck,
in some old wooden logs.
he tests and bets
but just can’t get it right.
even if he tries every night.
He just won’t ever be very bright.
and that’s okay in its own right.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Day 12? Also remember to drink water. It is too hot and late to be writing poetry.
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Comments5
Fish dont have very big brains. Lol. Nice write. 😀
Thanks 😀 I glad u enjoy
If logs were hogs (that is barrels or hog heads) I would understand. A fun read my friend
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got ya
D: what?
Butter, this is wonderfully strange and playful. You’ve created a lovable little disaster who continually gets in his own way...and somehow I’m still rooting for him. Enjoyed this one, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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Haha..love it...and yeah..fish aren't noted for their intelligence...but who's to say
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