Hi ! Goldfish

‘ How are you going on ? Hi, Goldfish ! You are so shiny fins seem polished: Sparkling , glistening ! Are you listening ?’ ‘Yes ! I am hearing, but no energy to reply . You are providing ample food on supply. But I’m confined in aquarium Limited space no freedom ! Now I can’t swim free at random. Feeling frolic seldom ! Sensing continuous boredom. You are cruel, heartless, enjoying my beauty, peerless. I am imprisoned by you, spending days in rue. , A cheerful goldfish you have captured, destroying my joy and rapture. My sorrowful swimming you relish ! Always grief I’m to cherish, Me the poor Goldfish. I can’t sue, but hate you.’