Betta poem, written by yours truly
I am no poet, but I was supposed to write a serious poem for school ages ago, and I wrote this. I thought it was original, and I got a really good grade, so tell me what YOU think. Hehe. It is supposed to be about the life of a pet store betta. :P
Cups and Bubbles
I was born in a bubble, so tiny and new
I then swam out, and I saw you.
You smiled at me, scooped me up, and put me in a cup.
I grew up there, big and strong,
With stunning fins, so bright and long,
So now I was 3 months old, and ready for my life.
I thought you were nice, a cool young man.
You sold me though, that was always your plan,
And now I am dying in a truck, bouncing down the way.
I got a new cup, and was put on a shelf, flaring at my friends.
Other fish just like me, some sick, some at life’s end.
I felt miserable, and stayed lethargic in my place.
I spent 2 weeks, on this here shelf, trying to stay safe.
I was succumbing, for the water was filthy and I was sick.
Then, I saw you. I needed my life back. Could you give it to me?
You could! You bought me and took me home.
You gave me a filtered tank, a gallon of fresh water.
It was so clean and clear, you gave me to your daughter.
She talked to me, took care of me, and made me happy.
I am healthy, my fins flowing, my colors more vibrant than ever before.
I can’t wait to see the sun the next morning, knowing I will see it, for
I am new, just like the day. My life is saved. The betta fish I am will never have to live in bubbles and cups.