The Mouse and the Fish

She was a fish,
And I was a mouse,
And I couldn't understand why she wouldn't live in my house.

Nor could I hold
My breath near as long
As my lover the fish could submerge all night long.

So I, the mouse
Admitted she is a fish
And begged and hoped and prayed my wish

But as she could not breathe
And I couldn't stop
I just knew that  elsewhere my girlfriend I should shop.

How I loved my fish
I desired her so
But beautiful girls as her wane to and fro.

But I'm just a mouse
And she,a fish,
And never would she be my special dish.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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