Pottery Corner 7

Molly

She's my lovely red fish
She's a doll, she's a dish
Not that I'd eat her
But tell me what's sweeter
Than my sexy red fish

She's got flippers, she's got fins
She's not got thighs or shins
But she bobs within her tank
And makes me want to yank my plank

I wonder if she'll realise
That I can't really fertilise
The eggs she lays for me
So longingly

But I don't care if our union's fruitless
That don't mean our love's just useless
I'd rather be smitten by a bright red guppy
Than spend me life shopping with a bulimic yuppie