Sunday, April 13, 2008

GOLD BARB

Recent poem I wrote about one of my pet fish...



Hearty. Timid. Community dwelling but this one here lives solo.
Contains a single black mark. Short and stout in shape.
Gold in color and a rosy tint during mating.
Tropical and defecates less than your classic comet.
So by all means Mother…STOP calling it a “gold fish”.
Perhaps I should have been an Ichthyologist.

No comments: