On the life of a fish, how boring it is, and what happens when he tries to get out.

Why do they do this?
Keep me in here,
What did I do?
To live with no cheer

The edge is so close
But the water is low
How will I get out?
That I do not know

Maybe if I try
With a marvelous heave
Maybe just then
I could possibly leave

On my final try
I take the big jump
The ground is coming
I hit with a WHUMP!

Maybe it wasn’t too bright to try
Now I’m here, waiting to die.

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  • Darlene McFarlane on May 7, 2008

    Good one! When I was a kid I had a Black Moore who must have been thinking the same thing because we found him beside his bowl dead one morning.

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