Fools Gold

All my goldfish, died today
         Why did they have to go away
      Poor fishy wishy please come home
  the tank is empty, apart from your bones
   Perhaps tomorrow i’ll go buy some more
     Stamp they’re brains, out on the floor

         thought I’d make a small fortune 
           smelting them down for rings

              Turned out not gold at all
                a pale shade of orange


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Absolutely and honestly,
No fish where smelted or killed,
In the making of this rhyme!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Flaherty Avatar
June 22, 2020 at 2:38 PM
I get Goldfish David So you can get from Fish to Gold But for me this is more than that it actually simplifies it i think its rather more complex I can see why you may have commented on my Pied Piper Rat poem because this to me is your very own equivalent of it. Joining the dots by imagination
Flaherty Avatar
June 22, 2020 at 5:32 PM
Aren't hose are the best one's David when your hand is just writting down what your brain is thinking. Best sometimes when someone reads your earlier poems you later read back and think Oh yeah i get it now more on reflection. My Glass - Your Bowl Your Fish - My Rat Round and round we go Everything is a memory
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June 22, 2020 at 5:06 PM
You may be right Christopher this poem just sprang into my head as a nursery rhyme and it morphed into a bit of madness practically wrote itself, your rat one is crazy I love it, making the song on the glass and the rats following the sound is pure genius cheers David
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December 1, 2019 at 5:15 PM
Hello David Kavanagh, gold fish is not gold. A very good imagination for this poem. have a nice evening my friend.
Kavanagh  Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 2:11 AM
Thanks Darlene Idea came from when I was a child I actually believed they where made of gold, Cheers David
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