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Ode To A Goldfish
This sad sequence came as aftermath
To the day I gave my goldfish a bath.
She was so happy. There was nary a scowl,
as she got her rubdown with the towel.
Then, into the water she slid -- in the nude,
to swim. A vision of piscatorial pulchritude.
I do get sentimental about a fish so ornamental..
And I knew: for her to flourish, I must properly nourish.
But a dead battery in my hearing aid made me unable
to read the "dog food" label on the package on the table.
That's how I made the mistake,
I fed her that --instead of fish ...