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A fish Name Abigail
On my table in a room sits a small fish bowl just for her
Its home to Abigail, she’s a fish, a gold fish to be sure
Now Abigail is quite the girl, in her waterly world
She swim all day like there’s a place to go, but it’s not real so, for there not much place to go when you’re in such a small little bowl
I’m sure she love to be free, and way out in the sea
But so tiny is she, Abigail would probably be a nice treat
For some big old fish to eat
So maybe the moral of this story is
A fish in a bowl with nowhere to go
Is better by far then to be food for a big fish to eat!
Looking through the amber light
The expression is just right
No tell tale seeds amiss
For a quick dip
Poor little fish
Doesn't know the difference
A swim in consciousness will take
Looking through the amber light
At purified lakes.
Lemony zest, such is the life,
A fish from the sea, a fillet knife.
Salt and pepper, a pat of butter to taste,
This is one little fish that will not go to waste.
© Cynthia Clark
My brother swallowed a goldfish once
in front of his whole class
to make a point about fishing up Alaska way
His audience was appropriately shocked
his professor gave him an A
No one remembered what he said in his report
but they all remembered that fish
It's often used this "Slice of life" reference
To a goldfish it is hardly a matter of reverence
If it is truly life a life desired
More than just a slice is required