Ode to a Blowfish poem

I found him on a curb.

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?

To go with her poem above.

Behind the Orange Curtain
I wrote some new poetry yesterday and today and posted it to my Poetic Muse site on Hubpages. This is the one I just finished 'ORANGE CURTAIN'. If you go there you will find over 100 of my poems.
Penny For Your Thoughts
I wrote a new poem last night. Penny It was very late when I wrote it. But today I like it still.
Seasons
Tears running down and down Snow melt rivers turning into rapids Seasons change Hearts change Spring blizzards crush early flowers Jack Frost is not ready to slip into the floes Not until he has his last laugh But even he cannot hold sway on the turning of the wheel