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.