poem of the day March 28

There once was a fish named Fred

who lived in a tank by a young boy's bed

Fred lived in the tank for a number of years

without anyone changing his water for years

Over time the water receded to one third a tank

was dirty as hell and smelled really rank

"That poor fish will  be dead" his mother did cry

"Now change his water before he does die"

So the water was changed, the boy went to bed

and when he awoke, the tank was clean but Fred was dead