Frank Ian Bowen
What Am I? (3) - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
My name is Trevor; I can swim,
I learnt it from my brother, Tim
He’s very big and very strong
although he’s not been like it long.
My Ma and Pa are still around
but very rarely make a sound
A very simple life we lead.
We’re in our home, we sleep, we feed,
We’re almost always on the go.
It keeps us slim and fit you know!
Some friends of mine who lived here too
did what we’re told we never do,
and now they’re missing from our home.
We’ve all got much more room to roam!
Once a day we have our food
unless of course, we’re in a mood!
It’s never cold and never hot
I think I like our home a lot.
But memory’s not what it should be.
What’s that up there? Could it be
time to feed? Let’s have a look.
Oh my Gawd! ! I’ve bit a hook! ! !
And now I’ll be on someone’s dish
because of course, I am a fish!
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