The Mouse and the Fish
She was a fish,
And I was a mouse,
And I couldn't understand why she wouldn't live in my house.
Nor could I hold
My breath near as long
As my lover the fish could submerge all night long.
So I, the mouse
Admitted she is a fish
And begged and hoped and prayed my wish
But as she could not breathe
And I couldn't stop
I just knew that elsewhere my girlfriend I should shop.
How I loved my fish
I desired her so
But beautiful girls as her wane to and fro.
But I'm just a mouse
And she,a fish,
And never would she be my special dish.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2016
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