A Puffer fish was in a cross huff, <br />he had suddenly run out of puff. <br />‘How can I keep my system alive, <br />when danger to me, might well arrive‘. <br /> <br />He met up with an electric Eel, <br />who said, ‘I do know just how you feel, <br />t’was shocking, when I lost my power, <br />all I could do was hide and cower‘. <br /> <br />An Octopus with tentacles long, <br />said, ’now come on, tell me what is wrong’, <br />And after he’d heard the sorry tale, <br />he had a word with his friend the Whale. <br /> <br />‘We’ve decided it’s a rest you need, <br />your life’s been lived at tremendous speed. <br />you must slow down and take things easy, <br />you’ll most likely be feeling queasy‘. <br /> <br />‘Take a week off and find somewhere nice, <br />your puff will reappear in a trice. <br />you’ve blown yourself and you require rest, <br />listen to us, we know what is best‘. <br /> <br />So, for a whole seven lazy days, <br />the Puffer fish, not one fin did raise. <br />He recouped his strength, and very soon, <br />his body became a spiked balloon. <br /> <br />He thanked Octopus, who left propelled, <br />also Whale, who he thought had excelled. <br />And though not now scared to face his foes, <br />Eel follows close, wherever he goes. <br /> <br />JUST IN CASE.! ! ! ! <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spiked-balloon/
