They said he wasn't fit to swim.
For sure, no others looked like him!
So he decided (on a whim)
To innovate, not be so prim.
So out he went, all full of vim.
His situation soon was grim.
Oh, how could he have been so dim?
Now he was stuck; his hopes were slim.
Note: Although I didn't see their usual note, I suspect Knitta, the local yarn taggers, of putting this fish on the pedestrian bridge over the freeway.
About Friday Flash 55: The challenge is to write a complete story in fifty-five words. If you've written a 55-flash, let The G-Man know!
4 comments:
Pretty creative art work you have there. I wish to see some of that on the pedestrian bridges around here. Send 'em over. Fun poem. Not at all grim! I nominate it for a children's book of poetry...lead-off entry. Get going!
January 11, 2013 at 4:56 AMyarn taggers...that is awesome....we have the ones that tag the poles with yarn socks around here....nothing this cool though..and nice story...
January 11, 2013 at 5:17 AMYarn tagging? I've never heard of it before. It's pretty cool even if not water tight.
January 11, 2013 at 9:30 AMI might be going out on a Limb
January 11, 2013 at 10:06 AMBut your Fish Hymn is filled to the Brim with Friday Fun....
Loved your 55 BunnyBabe
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End....G
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