My little Goldfishes
swims in a bowl,
Their zestful play
bliss for my soul.
One constantly flipping
pretty tiny tail,
Scales are there to
help them sail.
Pectoral fins works
equally as our hands,
Too fragile aqua souls
can't survive in land.
No-one can compete
it had most cutest pout,
It must be one of the
worlds best no doubt,
Tangerine hue their
most lovable charm,
Looks like the sun dived
into sea to keep his calm.
Overly outstretched two
little sparkling eyes,
Watching them play makes
me revive and mesmerize.
