I wrote this for another web site, but thought it was pretty funny and worth posting here. Curious if it IS funny, or if I am just high...

I had a little goldfish
I kept her in a bowl
Until I knocked it over
Which was surely not my goal

I knew that little Goldie
Would probably not last long
Unless she got some water quick
So I threw her in my bong

Goldie is real special, she's got resin on her gills
I take her almost everywhere, the forest and the hills
We laugh and joke, sing silly songs
And all the while we're snappin' bongs

Goldie is a hippie fish
She wears tie-dyes laced with beads
Sheâ??s also quite intelligent
She listens while I reads

I clean the outside of my bong
While Goldie cleans the in
But after a good cleaning
She can only use one fin

That is until that fateful day
I took her to a frat
Some big jock was drinking beer
And lots of it at that

He turned my way and saw the bong
I knew inside something was wrong
His eyes looked very far away
I still remember them today

Goldie looked at me with fear
Bubbles at her lips
Jock-boy grabbed away my bong
and drank it in big sips

He sucked the tail in with a snap
Then he said, "well that is that"
I hid my face, began to cry
My Goldie dear had gone bye-bye

"What a shitty way to end"
Punned his stupid fratboy friend
Goldie, I sure hope jock-boy's really pissed
When he tests positive for cannabis
OR Freebird Reviewed by OR Freebird on . The Goldfish in the Bong - A short poem I wrote this for another web site, but thought it was pretty funny and worth posting here. Curious if it IS funny, or if I am just high... I had a little goldfish I kept her in a bowl Until I knocked it over Which was surely not my goal I knew that little Goldie Would probably not last long Unless she got some water quick Rating: 5