A bit of satire about owning a pet. |
A Pet Shop Visit I visited the pet shop, just the other day. A cute flashy goldfish turned a fin my way. I brought the fishy home in a bright round bowl, Fed it too much food... which soon took it's toll. She still looked pretty good, floating upside down. Had a smile upon her face, not her sad fishy frown. I hadn't taken time to pick a name for the fish, So I watched while she floated in the big round dish. Floater didn't seem like a very happy name, So I pondered and I thought, until it finally came. A spit bubble kept her at the top of the tank, So that's what I named her, it was money in the bank. I watched Spit Bubble as she floated without care. There was something fishy smelling in the air. I thought I saw her swim, but it was just a little gas, A stinky little fart, that had exited her a.... I wakened in the morning, her bubble hadn't popped. I said "Hey Spit Bubble", but her fishy lips were locked. Her little fishy body was now twice it's normal size. I had burial plans, that I had to improvise. So down the stool she swirled, as I said my last goodbye, "I love you Spit Bubble...why did you up and die"? I washed her shiny bowl and headed back to the store, And found a new Spit Bubble, in whom I could adore. |