A bit of silly Poetry.

This was originally for an assignment and the goal really was to write something terrible on purpose, but I, and a few others i have shared this with, really find it to be quite comical. Hope you enjoy!

Swooning Over Fish

Laugh at the thought

At the store I bought

One of a Bazillion goldfish that I caught

At the river’s winding knot.

I took my fish home

And gave it a bone

That my dog left alone

Like abandoned glory blown

Far away into the rising moon.

Nighttime always seems full of gloom

When you’re left with nothing to do

Except gaze at the one you wish would swoon.

All around an abandoned apple tree,

You dance away the floating memories.

Flying high away with a whoosh to leave you be,

Until someone comes reluctantly

And shouts “STOP! What are you doing?”

The one whom over you are swooning,

And you begin to realize by thinking

That you were meant to be this being.