My Little Goldfish

 

My little goldfish died last week,

He wont be easily forgotten,

'cos he's still floating in his bowl,

I can smell him going rotten.

 

My first thought when I found him,

Floating there all dead, was

I ought to give him a decent send off,

Between two slices of bread.

 

But the trouble with eating goldfish,

Is it makes your teeth go funny,

It makes your poo go golden brown,

And very very runny.

 

So I've left him there to rot a bit,

I'm hoping it'll improve the taste,

That goldfish cost me one pound fifty,

So I'm buggered if it's going to waste!

(c)Ledger de la Bald