Tania Lyn Braun, Australia

Fish Poems & Good Bye Poetry

SWISH THE FISH

I had a fish tank with some fish
my favourite one, i called him swish
i like to watch my fishies play
they would swim around the tank all day
But one dark night a stupid punk
tried to get my fishies drunk
As the grog and water mixed
my fishies eyes became transfixed
but swish was the only one to suffer
the others were that little bit tougher
and on that fateful night he died
the tears i wept, the tears i cried
went rolling down into the water
as the blood stopped pumping through his aorta
and swish exclamed with his last breath
"do not grieve my fateful death"
and in the morning, i burried him deep
in the garden as i did weep.

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