~ Little Fish ~
A predominant, locally owned little fish,
Whose sole request was everyoneís wish,
Found not but the barest, not even a stitch,
Of the wishes requested let alone the best picks.
So lo and behold the little fish met,
Such a whale of a fish that the little fish bet,
Whatever that fish could use and use well,
This little fish could use just as swell.
So he hatched up a plan,
And hacked into the night,
Till morning came,
And at sign of first light,
The little fish bounded out and behold!
This little fish found a way to the world.
This way to the world, this internet thing,
Came without bubbles, bobbles, or springs.
Came without thingys and ringys and rigs.
Came without bobs or togs and wogs,
Instead it came with a piece of the pie,
And the little fish nodded and started to cry.
It cried without anger or angst or in pain,
Instead it cried out in the joy like the way,
A tiny baby picks up a new toy to play.
All round him, the little fish looked,
And saw all the colors and sizes afoot.
There were blue ones and red ones and yellow fish too,
Of all shapes and colors and sizes to boot,
Little fish swimming all over the world,
All of them silent, all of them heard.
And you know what this little fish did with this thing?
He got up his nerves and he did the right thing,
He poured all his energy into rebuilding his shop,
And proudly now serves other fishys,
Worldwide. In a jiffy.
My apologies to the late Ted Geisel,
it's my first try at his style of poetry. Better known as Dr.
Seuss, Ted found a way with words that delighted many people
of all ages for years and his works still brighten children