It's No Fun Being Famous
I'm finding it hard to be so well known-
Just wanted to exercise my sore left fin,
Now look at the big mess I've gotten in.
Damn the camera guy, my covers blown...
These little guys think it would be so cool-
To be such a famous and handsome grouper,
Little do they know I'm really a party pooper.
Anyone wanting fame is really kind of a fool..
I'd rather just swim out to the deep blue sea-
And leave all this paparazzi nonsense behind,
Maybe look for a girl of the grouper kind.
Just leave me alone and how happy I will be.....
For Carolyn's "fishy" contest...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011
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