My Goldfish Ran Away
by Justin Shaw
My goldfish ran away today
Gotta say, it caught me by surprise
The bowl was freakin’ empty
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
Dad says we could buy a new one,
they’re dirt cheap at the shop.
I couldn’t believe my Dad’s advice,
I was gonna hunt, and would never stop.
I ran to the butcher shop
two blocks down the street.
I wondered if Mr. Bobswood
was looking for a new source of meat.
I asked if he saw my fishy pal,
and here’s what he had to say:
“fishes don’t survive on land!
So he likely passed away!”
“Mr. Bobswood, that’s a dumb idea.”
My sassy tongue did speak.
“I’ll keep hunting for my aquatic chum
in this game of hide and seek.”
I ran to visit the baker,
that was on the local turf,
to see if any of his baked goods
contained a hint of surf.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ratfunk”
I said, as I entered his store,
“My goldfish pal has scooted away,
and I can’t figure out what for.”
Ratfunk turned and looked at me,
across the shop he did pace,
“son, you might be outta luck,
for he’s in a better place.”
I laughed a bit and shook my head,
and decided to console.
“A better place for my fish
is at home inside my bowl!”
I kept hunting along down the street
to find the candle-stick maker
I hoped that he’d be better help
than the unobliging baker.
Mr. Razzlebooger was in his shop,
wrist deep-covered in wax.
I strolled right in, full of pomp
because I wanted the facts.
“I need some help, if you don’t mind!”
My wee voice did cry.
“My goldfish up and ran away!
And I really don’t know why.”
Razzlebooger took a breath
and stopped tending to his store.
“Little friend,” he said gently
“he’s not with us any more.”
“I know, you coot!” I shouted
as my anger began to burst.
“Why d’ya think I’m searching!?
This really is the worst!”
I left the shop fully enraged
and then suddenly grew weak.
“I should go home and get a drink,
because now I can hardly speak.”
I went back home and grabbed a cup
and filled it from the tap,
when in walked my mother,
and said “come sit upon my lap.”
“I heard you were out today,
hunting around the town.
I’m afraid I have some news, my son.
I think you should sit down.”
“I heard from the butcher, the baker, and the candle-stick maker
that your goldfish ran away.
That’s not completely true my son,
There’s more to it, I must say.”
“This morning when I checked the bowl,
I must admit I cried
when I noticed that your little friend
and floated up and died.”
I bit my lip, my cheeks they burned.
Oh, how did I wail.
I could not believe my mum
for telling this horrific tale.
I ran to my room and shut the door
and cried and I did screech
as I sunk into my pillow,
until I remember her speech
She said my friend had died.
She said it clearly without a hush.
Other townsfolk couldn’t say it straight,
they could only beat around the bush.
It must have taken courage,
for my mum to tell me that.
Yet I screamed at her and ran away
like a selfish little brat.
I got up and went back to her
my voice a little wheazy.
I told her what she said to me
could not have been that easy.
I told her that I loved her
and that I still miss my chum.
But I’ll always respect the honesty
that came for my dear old mum.