My Poor Fish

This is a ballad I wrote for a class. It's actually a true story. RIP, my lost fish.

I bought a new apartment but, I think I'm moving soon, The neighbors here are dirty thieves, The landlord's nasty too. When I was home the other day, I found I needed bread, "I'll drive right to the groc’ry store, And get some things," I said. I got distracted at the store, (Forgot about the bread) I saw a rather vibrant fish, And named the cute fish Fred. We shared a moment, Fred and me, He looked straight in my eyes I knew I had to take him home, And love him ‘till he died. I left my cart and took the fish, Up to the check-out line; I’m glad I had enough money-- He cost 12.99. Yet Fred would not fit in my car; (Miatas have no space) I strapped him up onto my roof, And drove back to my place. When I got home, I did forget, I bought that poor fish, Fred, I walked into my homey flat, And fell asleep in bed. I dreamed about dear Fred you see, And woke up with a start I ran to get my pretty fish, (I'm really not that smart). When I went out, to my surprise My fish, I swear, was gone! Some thieves had swiped my fishy friend, (Who would commit such wrong?) So now I'm left with fish supplies Some treats, a tank--unused, I do not want to toss them, but My cat won't eat fish food!

Reviews

[Bare trees]

I read it with perfect rhythm and rhyme. I think you did this perfectly.

[Catherine]

This is so cute :) You went a little heavy with the commas in the beginning, but there's a rhythm to it all