Groupie saw Droopie and was amazed once again.
He looks like my twin! He yelled. He looks like my twin!
They were blowfish in a fishbowl, altogether numbering two.
One was light green, the other one was a lovely light blue.
How do I know which one I am? Groupie asked his mother.
Do you feel like yourself? Or grandma or your brother?
I feel like Droopie, maybe I am him, Groupie said.
“No, I am Droopie,” Droopies said, swimming fast, overhead.
Categories:
blowfish, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
gorgeous desert rose
issuing poisonous sap
a sweet succulent
I love you so much
adoring your viciousness
danger to children
like a blowfish
you could harm my pets also
I wave goodbye now
Categories:
blowfish, flower,
Form: Haiku
His appearance was overbearing
for a small guy.
He had the aspect of a Pitbull
playfully chewing on a horses leg,
the pugnacious look
of a blowfish in heat.
When I studied his mannerisms
I was reminded of - me.
Categories:
blowfish, poetry,
Form: Free verse
she doesn't
wattle she
doesn't walk
like a pair
of nylons
she runs
but i
a belly
bloated
blowfish
don't dare
even to try
to even think
or contemplate
chasing her in a
marathon and
so s l o w l y
lag behind
my pace
maker
and
my
mile
marker
only at
five
and
a
half
inches
that's it
watches her
amazing
feat
Categories:
blowfish, muse,
Form: I do not know?
I was on my way to school when it happened.
You see, I never miss school and for me,
playing hooky has an entirely different meaning!
Well,
I was scrounging up some lunch along the way.
By the by, the Mississippi river is a great place to eat!
and I came upon what I thought was a great big
Seaweed salad.
Opening wide for my first taste, snagged!
my left whisker caught in a net.
Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking,
he’s still in school and he has whiskers?
I was really scared.
I for one, do not intend to end up
covered in corn meal, sizzling in a frying pan.
You know, I have aspirations. But, my mom says
stay in school so I have something to fall back on.
I can sing!
Sure, some may call it noise but hey,
there was Hootie and the Blowfish, why not
Codie and the Catfish?
Categories:
blowfish, cute, fish, fun, humorous,
Form: Personification
You saw an old reality show TV star
He was sitting in a popular sushi bar
You said with much dread:
“Why is the place so dead?
He said: I fired the blowfish chef by Twitter
Categories:
blowfish, hilarious, humorous, image, satire,
Form: Limerick
on a white porcelain boat
still gapping for air
raw flesh sliding down my throat
lots of rice to share
dark eyes unaware
blowfish scare
gloat!
Categories:
blowfish, food
Form: Epulaeryu
My friend loved sushi because it's tasty.
But he made a decision that was hasty.
I told him not to cut the poison out of that blowfish.
I begged him not to do it but I didn't get my wish.
After he ate the blowfish, he died.
It broke my heart when his kids cried.
I told him that he would be unable to cut all of the poison out.
But he believed that he could do it and in his mind there was no doubt.
When it comes to preparing blowfish, only professionals should do it.
My friend failed to listen to my warning and sadly he blew it.
(This is a fictional poem but many people do die because of this.)
Categories:
blowfish, deathfriend,
Form: Rhyme
Far away
Portray, many
Serine shadows
Blossoming and dancing
A watery romance
And before your eyes
Stretches an ocean buffet
That cries, and wails
In an unknown place
Lies water so clear
You can almost see your face
Coral riffs with vivid colored fish
Stroking by
Transcending their way
Content to sway
With the bends and bows
That sea grass brushes away
To the rhythms
Of the tide wide and abundant
Sea urchin’s feeding on hot pink
Coral
It’s as if God painted them a mural
Turquoise waters sigh foreverness
As the fish swim in together
Electric ells popping out of their hollows
As a passing blowfish happily swallows
Creatures of unimaginable shapes
Divide and hatch in a splendor of beauty
Drawn up on the land
Shells garnish the sands
Arching seagulls clattering in flight
Consuming bits and pieces
Here and there
You can hear
The
Crashing tides with a misty wash
Crawl up onto a posh
Seaside, ambition
Categories:
blowfish, fantasy, imagination, nature, fish,
Form: Free verse