So, I t’rew my hook and bait into the Poetry Ocean,
lucky me; I caught not just a useful golden fish,
but a useful beautiful golden fish with a nice motion,
I want’d to slice ‘nd put her in my dish,
But I said to myself;
“She’s too useful to be eaten
and too beautiful to be sliced. Like elf
and Santaclaus, unto me, she did harken.
And so someday, I’ll sit like a y’ung lad
in the machicolation of the Castle in her Mind
and demand she sings to me even if her voice is bad
for even her bad voice’ll be the best of any kind.
I tho’t that I’d lost her back into the water
or she’d n’t be interested in my Works.
My tho’t was that my poetic proposal, she’d ulter,
but no; for in the base of her heart, kindness locks.
My Golden Fish! Stay with me even if you‘ve places to be;
For in the hollow of a Poet – to usher you sweet lines, is the best place ‘o be.