A Fish’s Life

we fish never worry ’bout problems of man
we never pay taxes, and that sure is grand
our days don’t begin when we punch in a clock
we don’t fill each moment with meaningless talk

we don’t have to worry ’bout what our jobs pay
we’re hairless and so we don’t ever turn gray
we swim with our buddies wherever we will
(except when we’re tired and then we are still)

there’s nothing so great as the life that we lead
the water gives us ev’rything that we need
we’re glad we’re not human with all of your woes
our lives are much better for us here below

but still I’ll admit that we all have one wish
that’s not to be eaten by a bigger fi–(gulp!)


over at dVerse, Marina Sofia has challenged us to write poetry inspired by an animal. I decided to do something a bit more on the humorous side.  Hope you enjoyed!

18 thoughts on “A Fish’s Life

  1. haha…yeah, in the wild its survival of the fittest….and you gotta watch out for the bigger fish…how cool would it be to swim like the fishes…..there are def always bigger fish…

  2. This is very amusing…..I was thinking, too, of bears fishing in the river, eagles swooping down to grab fish as they leap, and, hardest of all, the migration up the rapids and over tall rocks in autumn.

  3. Great ending Bryan, I had a funny feeling as I read your poem that there had to be a predator in there somewhere, it couldn’t be all idyllic, and it wasn’t.Well done.

  4. You wicked man, you, what a dramatic ending for your fish! Seriously though, I love your humorous take on it… a fish’s life sounds quite idyllic to me… bar some unfortunate incidents…

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