blue, yellow and
dotted with spots
riding a watery haze
She looked pretty
with a soft fin
that saw one
through and
through
I asked
"What type"
"What breed"
"What do her colours mean"
The man at the
fishy aquarium
looked over once
then twice
He is a fish
She there, is a fish too
This one,
curled around itself
It is a fish too
They are all fish
he then walked
into the sea
the watery
chatterbox
parched
blurry sea
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