Goldfish Swimming In My Mind Today

There are goldfish swimming in the recesses of my dendrite pool. They are flashing their tails and being ever so cool. I am trying to ignore them, thinking they might go away. Trixie is laughing, for they very much want to play. Okay. I say, just for a second or two, Then frankly, I have a bit of work to do. The fish are sassy, funny and smart. They laugh and include themselves in my art. I am drawing them now as they splash and they wiggle. They have enormous gold eyes, these fish that so giggle. These goldfish have taken me hostage today in my mind. I guess a poem about them would to myself be a bit kind. So here, goldfish. Here you go, a poem about you. I have drawn you a canvas and given you fish food too. Here you go, goldfish. Wait. You want to be king? There is somebody already there. Okay. You want to sing? They are singing a song now, serenading themselves and me too. There is nothing like goldfish, Fish One and Fish Two. They are smiling so wide, their gills waving and flapping. I cannot help but be amused, and now they are clapping.