Great Pop Fizzies!
You don’t chop stew.
While swimming in
rivers of Noodle Pie Moo…
Now,
a
fish
I wish.
Is a fish—
one to swim.
Dancing I wish as he tangoes on in.
Into those Fizzies.
Not of chopped stew.
But,
no
fish
can
swim.
While in a canoe.
He don’t need a boat.
A canoe to row?
A fish for sakes even.
Just swims with the flow.
Like a good fish.
You’ll swim in the ocean.
Not needing Fizzies or
row-noodle potion.
We’ll give you water.
Through and through.
Now,
you’re
a
good
fish.
Swim deep and blue!
Copyright–2012–M.D.
Christy Birmingham
03/16/2012 at 12:30 pm
How upbeat and fun! A great poem to start my day!