betta poem

You sit in a cup with water that's brown, Somebody looks at you, but you give them a frown. For nobody wants an ugly betta like you, You've got to shelter to hide, no food to chew. Your horrid brown fins move slowly, But other betta's have fins that move quickly. The other betta's have rainbow...

I remember going to a small little fish store. A store filled with all kinds of fish. Big ones and small ones, It was too hard to pick! I wanted a big one, Covered in spots. I found the best one, all covered in spots. It was black...