Subterranean Homesick Fish
In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in
Ocean acidity is on the rise, With many repercussions such as that A fish will not find home before it dies. The new pH
That dark patch of water looks cool, A perfect spot to just kick back. Why is that rock starting to drool? Please help me I’m
Whilst mankind does litter the globe, There’s something that we need to probe: As yuppies flush the toilet chain, Are fish getting high on cocaine?