Kipper by Timmy

I have writed a poem
for my gold fish Kipper.

Little Kipper in your bowl
I would never let
you be eaten by an owl
Your little bubbles
from your mouth
Floated towards north not south.

I loved your precious gorgeous fins
In the pet show
they made you win.

Oh little Kipper
where have you gone
You wet fish I got you all wrong.

I cannot describe the pain I feel
I could not replace you with an eel.

I’m sad to say you’ve
had your last meal.
I stare at your empty bowl
All thats left in your bowl now is cawl.

You are buried in my garden
I’ll shoot that darn cat
if he digs you up.
I’ll know if he’s eaten you
he’ll have hic-ups.

Dont worry I’ll give him
a darn good whack!
From the day I won you at the fair
I noticed you
did not have a single hair.

I’m sorry I stuck that wig on you
I didn’t realize it would kill you.
I’m so sorry.
If you couldn’t forgive me
I’d jump in front of a lorry!

I LOVE YOU AND
MISS YOU PRECIOUS FISH!!!

Timmy