An Ode to a Friend.
Thunderous rage the storm did play
The day mother nature took him away
Regarded a strong swimmer he never had a chance
As the lady of the lake gave him his last dance
The banks had broke, the dams overflown
As the swallowing rushes took one of our own
A flash of orange and a splash of dread
Our beloved goldfish was certainly dead
Swilling in the bowl like a glass of fine wine
One swish, then he disappeared, into the porcelain.
Di Wills
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