Goldfish

Colds do strange things to my mind...I think some of my brain cells escape when I blow my nose.
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#1.
My goldfish jumped out of his bowl once.
He flipped his tail and got out--
I think I put in to much water.

He flopped on the carpet
and I got down on my hands and knees
and looked at his tail
and I told him he looked a lot prettier
when he was in the water.

Then I scooped him up and slid him
back in and he swam around, but
I don't know what I would have done
if he had looked prettier
out of the water.

#2.
My brother said that when he was
little, he cut open a goldfish and
popped its eyeball out
and I though of a shriveled eyeball
just sitting
underneath a desk
until a broom came along and
rolled it into a dustpan.

#3.
We were at the zoo
looking at animals in cages
and I ate goldfish out of
a tupperware container
that was shaped like a fish.

I looked at every one
before I ate it and
I thought of a lot of
goldfishes swimming
in bread crumbs
behind the bars
of a really big cage.

And when I am a little older,
I told myself, I will let those monkeys out
out of their cages, and the cheetahs
and polar bears, but not the hippos,
because they smell, and I will feed
them all goldfish for lunch and dinner,
but I couldn't decide what to feed them
for breakfast, because that is
a very important meal
and goldfish
just would not suffice.