Poem -

Mmm Tasty.

I seek her here.
And over there.
I call her name.
To i she never came.
Day after day i keep looking.
But nothing, that’s when i smell something fishy cooking.
I knock knock on my neighbours door.
And what i seen shocked me deep to my soulful core.
He was frying her my loving goldfish.
I asked him why, he said he always knew she would make a tasty dish.
I no longer seek her here.
Or over there.
When ever i see my neighbours face.
I know my goldfish is part of earths human race.

 

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