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Never Leave it to Beaver

Bigfoot Afoot

Tortoise and Snail Fail

A Bird in the Hand

Prune

I kept a fish, his name was Prune. I loved that little purple pet...

He passed away one afternoon, and filled my heart with deep regret.

Hold on! Come back! Just wait a minute! It's too late now... My fish is gone!

I had a bowl with a Betta in it, but all things pass, and he passed on.

I fear his death is all my fault... I fear I killed my Betta beauty...

I fear his swimming came to halt all due to my neglect of duty.

I fear that my procrastination to cleanse that splendid swimmer's dish

Caused such a sickening situation, it killed my faultless little fish!

I told myself "I'll clean that mess, but it can wait until tomorrow!"

I never did though, I confess, and now my heart is filled with sorrow.

I wonder every now and then, how long would he have stuck around

If things were how they should've been? I wish that time could be rewound!

But the past has now passed, and the fish I loved most

Was defeated at last, and he "gave up the ghost".

I found him floating upside-down on April 1st, the day he perished.

He had no fame or great renown, but in my heart he will always be cherished.

All things here were written, each word, line, and letter,

On behalf of a fish that deserved so much better.

Dedicated to Prune, a good fish.

-By Gideon

My Poor Fish

I have a Betta fish named Prune
I bought a few years back in June.
I thought he'd bring me happiness,
and though I hate to, I confess
I never stopped to think ahead
About the thing I've come to dread,
The thing that's come to haunt my soul,
The thing called "Cleaning out his bowl"
It's lame, although I'm no complainer,
to scrub that purple pet's container!
It's not the fish, please realize,
but his gross dish that I despise.
The poor, poor thing, I shouldn't speak,
but I don't clean it every week...
In fact, I'm doing good I fear
to clean it once or twice a year!
You think that's bad, the way I treat him?
Well I don't always even feed him!
So, yes, I'm cruel, but that aside,
I love my pet who loves to hide,
and I will keep my grown-up guppy
until I find him belly-uppy!
And at the time he dies, precise,
He'll head to fishy paradise!
-By Gideon