7 September 2012
So I usually write stories but I wrote a poem on the pot >:3
I once had a small pet fish He was red with fins that went swish
He swam his bowl all day, all night I stirred in my blankets that where wrapped quite tight
To free my feet I kicked and kicked I knocked the bowl down when my feet I flicked
My phish tumbled out The water a quick spout
And my poor fish plopped to floor Alas I found he was alive no more.
Phish • Opuss № I