I wish,

that my life,

was that of a fish.

To swim all day;

no reason

to reminisce.

Dwelling with

Poseidon, or Ariel,

It makes no diff.

It would be bliss.

An underwater life,

I would surely


But now that I think,

to be a fish,

might not be all

that delish.

Since a detour,

via the fryer,

and a funeral

on a dish.

Is not something,

I would like,

for my last

dying wish.