I won a goldfish at the fair,
Was told it lived in water not in air
Took him home and put him in a bowl
All by himself, that poor lonely soul

I loved him so much, and named him Jaws
He was perfect, had no flaws
Bright orange colored was his skin
Shining radiantly from mouth to tail fin

I fed him every morning when I awoke,
Cleaned his bowl and got everything soaked
I talked to him but he didn’t talk back
And then I woke up one morning to a bowl with a crack

The water had drained, and there lied Jaws
Lifeless and motionless on the floor
I scooped him out crying, to the the bathroom in a rush
And disposed of the memories with a painful flush

This poem was written/submitted by Ryan Lindberg.