The Sage Of The Fishbowl Poem by Bryan Taplits

So smart he was his peers thought he
-Truly peerless was his wit,
It was no wonder that the crowd sat in awe
As he leaped from bit to bit.
But little did he know that his wisdom
Was less real than he had surmised
For his cup did not overflow-but this he did not know-
Since he truly was a little fish-and not very wise.
As he swam round and round in his little fish bowl-
Flipping his tail at the fresh towering new flood,
He did not recognize that all the fish had increased in size
And the sharks milling about
Were eager and ready to smell new blood.