Ode to a Blowfish poem
54I found him on a curb.
Ode to a Blowfish
One day you are swimming in the sea
Pretty happy-go-lucky and carefree
And the next thing that you know
Into a fishing boat you go
I bet you never saw that coming
That a new tune you'd be humming
Now look at what's left of you
And there is nothing you can do
You are all dried out and prickly
And you look terribly sickly
And now you're stuck on dry land
Gone are the beaches and the sand
You adorn somebody's desk top
Between the monitor and the mop
Your mother thought you'd be big some day
How did you ever end up this way?
Dedicated To Lounn
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Thanks G-Ma. Her style is so infectious. She's like a whole poetry revolution singlehandedly. She's like a poetry ninja.
Wow, that could be blowfish or any of us, wondeful poem. Reminds me of my planets - even blowfish can dream.
What do blowfish dream of?
same thing as planets. floating. joy. love.
I laughed. Poor Blowfish!
Great poem, great pic!





G-Ma Johnson says:
9 months ago
Good One..I think she'll like this G-Ma :O)