Bob's dead,
I'm not sure what to do;
He's my sons gold fish,
Should I flush him down the loo?
I've just been upstairs,
To read a story and say goodnight,
And he's floating around his orb,
It's not a pretty sight.
His beady eye is looking at me,
But his fins no longer move,
He still looks a healthy colour,
Although he appears to have lost his groove.
How will I break the news,
That his pet fish has died,
He's dealt with the death of dogs before,
Oh how I cried and cried.
But Bobs dead!
What ever shall I say;
I turned the orbs light off,
So he wouldn't wake and see the floating display.
....can this week get any worse? :(
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