Last Friday in my oddish dream <br />I slipped upon some dead fish <br />Which was scattered by a greenish swim <br />And enveloped by thickest steam <br />I saw one kid who looked a queer fish <br />Leading a tortoise on a yellow leash <br />I watched in surprise the boy drop <br />His pet downhill into a boiling stream <br />And I was left in gnawing anguish <br />The dream could neither cease, nor vanish<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queer-fish/
