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Untitled, a poem by Lindsay M. Haynes, USA
Children, children's Poems & Fish Poetry
Lindsay M. Haynes, USA
Untitled
My beautiful fish swims around his bowlHe’s so small that I call him ButtonholeOne strange rainy day I went out the doorAnd I left my window open for sureWell on that long day he went on a tripI think someone must have gave him a tipFor my little fish hopped through the windowInto a puddle that was way down lowA wave of rainwater took him awayAnd that wave took him straight down my drivewayBut just then things started to look very grayAs he slid to the gutter, I'm afraid to sayIt swallowed him without even asking!Hit the water like a bullet flyingHe was almost knocked out by the big blowSo cold, it was as though he had hit snow!Confused my fish didn't know what to doSo he swam in big circles and wide zigzags tooThrough the pipes he swam for hours on endWithout anyone that he could befriendThen I came right home after a small timeTo an empty fish bowl and a small crimeMy window was open, nothing to doI'll get a new fish and call him AndrewBut I miss my little Buttonhole fishYou know he was a very cool goldfish!So I guess Andrew will just have to wait‘Cause I need haste to change Buttonhole's fate!I stopped at that moment and thought, “I’ve got to go!So I went to the lady who smells like jell-o And knocked on her door afraid she’d be madI was drenched to the core and feeling very sadShe smiled at me and said “Come right in!”And made me feel right at home like her kinThen handed me a bottle that was sparkling“This will take away what is troublingAnd will make everything all right again”The rain had stopped and I ran home againAnd drank the potion that was brilliant greenBut at that moment I thought her dreadfully meanBecause what happened then was not what I thought rightFor now I was a fish with a tail that was white!Flopping around on my dry blue green rugThrough the window I went with a small tugThen hit the hard, wet ground with a big bounce And slid right into the hole in the groundSearching, I swam big circles and wide zigzagsWhen in the distance I saw a white flagI swam right up to my fish to scold himI told him he can't just leave on a whimSuddenly I wasn't fish anymoreI looked for the exit; we're at the coreI scooped button and climbed up the ladderI ran straight home, getting a lot madderTo my window and to the round fishbowlIn he went, and that is how it is told.
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