wee words for wee ones
...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
A Message from the Fish
My glass was clear,
But now I can't see.
It has greened up
From the algae.
Please clean my tank,
It's hard to breathe.
Not only that
I'm starting to seethe.
All I really want
Is my tank clean.
When it is dirty
It's just plain mean.
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