Fishbowl Frolics: Goldfish Poem for Kids

Fishbowl Frolics

Two goldfish pets

Bertha and Jim

He fancied her

but Bertha not him

Bertha was large

Triple Jim's size

How he adored

her bulging black eyes

Jim was obsessed

Chased her gold tail

Puffed out his gills

and gushed, “You’re my whale!”

Bertha was stirred

but had deeper needs:

her rumbling tum

awaited a feed

Bertha so slick

changing her tack

invited Jim

to join her for snacks

Back in her castle

Lights turned to dim

Brushing her teeth

she gargled for Jim

No plates were laid

No samphire side

No tartare dip

But Bertha smiled wide

Jim took a bath

in bubbles of love

in bubbles of hope

that floated above

Bertha then pouted,

“Come over here

Let me blow bubbles

deep in your ear.”

Jim all aquiver

Jim couldn’t wait

Bertha knew well

that he’d take the bait

Jimmy torpedoed

across the big bowl

She opened wide

and swallowed him whole

Mark Bird ©2022