Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
Curly - Poem by Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
There was a goldfish named Curly
He always got up for breakfast early
He would swim to the top of the tank
So he would not be last in rank
His friend, Clarence, would feed him
Then his day would not be grim
Curly wants to eat three times a day
But Clarence says, 'It will not be that way'
Clarence says to Curly,
'You will have only breakfast early'
May 7,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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