Article 67484 (9 more) in talk.bizarre: From: ldoering@engin.umich.edu (Laurence Doering) Subject: Poetry Corner Date: Sat, 08 Feb 92 21:02:17 EST Lines: 32 Read this in today's "Dear Abby". It's in response to 11-year-old Jeremy Schwartz's letter (signed "Sad in Flatbush") about how his goldfish Mike had died, and nobody cared. "I'm sorry you lost Mike. I have just the words of comfort for the loss of your pet goldfish. This is for people who think goldfish don't make good pets. It's a poem. And I never could find out who wrote it. GOLDFISH Consider the goldfish, a household pet, You have nothing to do but keep him wet. His bearing is mild, his manners are neat, His face is clean and his breath is sweet. He doesn't bark or scratch or sting Or sneak out at night in search of a fling. He doesn't shed feathers, or fur or hairs All over your sofa, carpet or chairs. You'll never find him underfoot, Wherever you put him, he'll always stay put. He asks for little, here below: Just food to eat and room to grow. If either of these is long denied, When you look in his bowl He'll have quietly died." Oh, the humanity. Sounds like Morrisey to me. ljd Trademarks: "Oh, the humanity" is a registered trademark of RICHH. End of article 67484 (of 67493)--what next? [npq]