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  117.     

Fish

i wish i wish, i wish i was a little fish
a fish in the sea, so happy then i would be
swimming around all day not need a float
even then i think i can really float..


learning to swim...
 
christina tina mcintosh

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  118.     

Fish Dinner

I don't want to swim the ocean
I don't want to swim the sea
I don't want to eat the fish
And I don't want them eating me
I'm sure I wouldn't make a tasty dish
So I won't bother them, if the fish agree!
 
Donna Nimmo

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  119.     

The Perfect Swim

When I swam in the blistering ocean of golden sun;
infinite arenas of my body
got disastrously charred,
Indispensable centers of breath in my body got
strangulated; and I
relinquished breath with great gasps of disbelief.

When I swam in the molten ocean of iridescent moon;
there was a temperate
warmth that engulfed my persona,
The immaculate white color submerged me in entirety;
and I felt uncannily
distraught as gaseous clouds obliterated my gaze.

When I swam in a tank of bubbling acid; there were
incoherent screams that
emanated from my mouth,
The radiant complexion of my skin transited to
briquettes of coal; and the
color of my luscious lips now resembled that of my
scalp hair.

When I swam in a river replete with frosty milk; I
cupidly devoured huge
mouthfuls of the same,
I emerged out exuberantly fresh after the swim; only
to be attacked by a
battalion of red ant and fish.

When I swam in icy streams; accumulated at the base of
the snow clad alps,
The formidable fortress of my teeth commenced to
repulsively clatter; and I
vociferously sneezed my nose; after a few seconds of
my swim.

When I swam in volatile electricity; my demeanor got
stabbed with a volley of
brutal shock,
Clusters of hair stood on my intricate scalp; and I
stared dumbfounded at the
scenario in utter bewilderment.

When I swam in a silver ocean of slippery mercury; I
rolled for marathon
distances without flexing my jugglery of muscles,
Although when inadvertently some of it slipped into
mouth; the blood abruptly
froze in my veins; with my persona transforming to a
deathly crystal blue.

When I swam in blotted water blended with traces of
obnoxious sewage; a fetid
stench flooded my nostrils,
A fleet of disdainful cockroach clambered up my shirt;
and the municipality
dumped me like a piece of discarded garbage.

When I swam in a curry of chalk powder; I had to put
onerous effort to keep
afloat,
There was a severe itching in the moist pearls of my
eye; and people mistook
me for a comedian of the highest fraternity.

And eventually when I swam in bunch of her silken
hair; I felt drowned in the
savage sea of her perpetual love,
I wanted this swim to go on for times immemorial; and
I found this to be the
most PERFECT SWIM.
 
Nikhil Parekh

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  120.     

The Shark

My, sweet, let me tell you about the shark.
Though his eyes are bright, his thought is dark.
He's quiet - that speaks well him.
So does the fact that he can swim.
But though he swims without a sound,
Wherever he swims he looks around
With those two bright eyes and that one dark thought.
He has only one, but thinks it a lot.
And the thought he thinks but can never complete
Is his long dark thought of something to eat.
Most anything does, and i have to add.
That when he eats his manner are bad.
He's a gulper, a ripper, a snatcher, a grabber.
Yes, his manner are drab. But his thought is drabber.

That one dark thought he can never complete
Of something - anything - somehow to eat.

Be careful where you swim, my sweet.
 
Jennifer Huynh

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