atoms2ashes

This is the story of my goldfish friend His name was Basil, and mine was Thyme And though I could remember his name He wouldn't, couldn't, remember mine And it was like that all the time But we struggled to keep sane He swam inside the sandy bowl And ate what he had to eat Consisting of the pellets from The shop that stocks from down the street The place which litters the pieces of meat The factory murderous of Strawberry Gum My friend Rosetta would say to me "Oh Thyme, Thyme, how do you fare? And how is Basil, is he fine? Oh, come outside, crisp be the air And let's pick lavender near the stairs And waste away the time." "B