Baby Goldfish in her Fingernails
Come see my nails the excited young woman said
I went though I had a wet towel on my head
We were in the beauty shop, with faces red
Baby fish were in her nails. How could they be fed?
I was so horrified, I wanted to leave right away
But I had waited thirty minutes, so I decided to stay
Others ran over to look and said things merry and gay
I could not wait to leave; I finally ran out straight away
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
