Poem 1 · 3:23am Mar 3rd, 2015
Fish
I once saw a fish on a dish.
Not a plate, but one used for a radio rate.
It flopped about, much like a lout.
And later with glee, the dish it did flee.
The inevitable chaos. The eroding order. Better to join sooner than late. For that decides your fate.
Fish
I once saw a fish on a dish.
Not a plate, but one used for a radio rate.
It flopped about, much like a lout.
And later with glee, the dish it did flee.