Deep inside me, I have a feeling I would be a good poet. I never gave it a chance and I wondered, "why not now?" This poem took me a while to write and I know it isn't perfect. It is only my first and I think I really like writing poems. The words just suddenly come to me; it's similar to having an epiphany. This poem is about a specific person who is a part of my life. I hope you like it and embrace the message in the poem. It really touched me and I couldn't believe that I had written it after I read it over. Here it goes:

Vish the Fish
By ;(

Vish the Fish Had a Wish
Her wish was to live on a dish

Her dish was in a gutter
But soon she found some butter

She put it on a bald man's head
Who then gave her a bunk bead

The bald man was her gym teacher
Who then turned into a mythical creature

This made Vish the Fish sad
But that was just a fad

Being sad was too mainstream
And then she had buttercream

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TThe moral of this poem is that morals are too mainstream, and you should not spam people on tumblr. LOL cough