by Ross D Tyler
Bertie was a Goldfish,
But not your average pet.
For unlike other Goldfish,
He hated getting wet.
When all the other fishies,
Were swimming, having fun,
Bert would slap on factor 12,
And chill out in the sun.
He's hiked across a mountain,
And Bungee jumped in France,
He's best friends with the neighbours cat,
And he's taught him how to dance.
He's raced a Formula 1 Car,
And would have won a medal,
But Bert's a fish, he has no feet,
And couldn't reach the pedals.
Next year he plans to travel,
to countries with hot weather.
The only fish in the whole wide world,
That packs an umbrella.
He may go to Morocco,
To Bert, it doesn't matter.
But you'll never find him on your plate,
All wrapped up in batter.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I have always been passionate about writing. Words can be beautiful, powerful, they may make us laugh, or perhaps weep. Words can make sense of our inner beings; or like me, they may convey a warped sense of humor!, Im an accredited Counsellor; currently working with traumatized young people; obtaining my MA in Counselling in Australia; a country where I live and work., Narratives are important in my work with young people, and I often find poetry to be an excellent medium from which to explore our inner worlds and feelings. Of course, poetry can also make us laugh; something of equal importance :)
Last updated September 15, 2011