Afraid To Ask
She was not pure gold, but a lovely marigold variety of yellow
She had a sweet fish friend, but a rather slow-moving fellow
She wanted to go steady, and wondered when to make the move
She saw their life together in the corals as something smooth
He was a catfish, did not know she thought that much of him
Had a fierce look, but was a gentle giant, this catfish, Jim.
Wanted to go steady, but quietly disappeared, swimming away.
Afraid to ask the big question on Valentine’s Day.
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