Nick the Fish

Oh! Dearly departed Nick the fish,
Only four weeks in our house did you exist.

Up in your bowl on the bathroom counter placed,
Swimming circles in your own private race.

Your viewing material questionable at best,
You saw humanity daily on the pot to rest.

Poor Poor Nick the Fish!
Your days were truly numbered!

Whence your food jar fell into your bowl,
No one saw to prevent your deadly slumber.

Your glazed eyes and slacked mouth,
With a prayer we sent you flushing south.

Now that you're gone,
We will press on.
We're not ones to mourn or tary.
Please meet your new replacements...two goldfish: Rex and Perry.

--Laurel
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