This sad sequence came as aftermath <br /> To the day I gave my goldfish a bath. <br /> She was so happy. There was nary a scowl, <br /> as she got her rubdown with the towel. <br /> <br /> Then, into the water she slid -- in the nude, <br /> to swim. A vision of piscatorial pulchritude. <br /> I do get sentimental about a fish so ornamental.. <br /> And I knew: for her to flourish, I must properly nourish. <br /> <br /> But a dead battery in my hearing aid made me unable <br /> to read the "dog food" label on the package on the table. <br /> That's how I made the mistake, <br /> I fed her that --instead of fish flake. <br /> <br /> Soon after, my "Goldie" began to look moldy. <br /> Her gold seemed old. Her scale was pale. <br /> She gasped for water! She began to fail! <br /> She stopped swimming! She wagged her tail! <br /> <br /> That dog food had gone to the fish's head. <br /> She now thought she was a quadruped. <br /> Trying (with imagined hind leg) to scratch her ear, <br /> She fell and killed herself-- fractured posterior. <br /> <br /> The bathroom's hallowed hush was shattered by the toilet's flush. <br /> I made sure that my fish's memorial ceremony <br /> Had all the dignity--of burial at sea. <br /> And above the toilet will hang forever--this eulogy.<br /><br />Jack Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-goldfish/
