Life From a Goldfish Bowl
by GEORGE JOHNSTON
MR. MURPLE called upon his mother
Bringing a bottle of gin for Mother’s Day;
They tolerate, indeed they love each other
And often rub each other the right way.
“Mother,” he said, “I brought you this here gin,
Product of Messrs. Moult, Moultville, you know.
Look at the fancy piece of glass it’s in!
Times have been extra good to Moult and Co.”
Bringing a bottle of gin for Mother’s Day;
They tolerate, indeed they love each other
And often rub each other the right way.
“Mother,” he said, “I brought you this here gin,
Product of Messrs. Moult, Moultville, you know.
Look at the fancy piece of glass it’s in!
Times have been extra good to Moult and Co.”
&38220;Drat the flies, they’re awful bad this year!”
She said, waving a big one from her nose.
̴What have you got there? Bless your heart, my dear!
Put it on the piano, by the rose.
A nice red rose to show I’m still alive;
Forty cents they asked me for it, thieves!
Yellow to show you’re dead is forty-five,
All done up in ferny things and leaves.”
She said, waving a big one from her nose.
̴What have you got there? Bless your heart, my dear!
Put it on the piano, by the rose.
A nice red rose to show I’m still alive;
Forty cents they asked me for it, thieves!
Yellow to show you’re dead is forty-five,
All done up in ferny things and leaves.”
What a life for a goldfish, day and night,
Who fins in Mr. Murple’s mother’s bowl!
He gets a bit of flat stuff for a bite
Maybe, or maybe ant eggs — eaten whole —
And notes the goings-on, with goggle face,
Of all the world around about in air:
Of Mr. Murple and his gloves and grace
Coming with gifts for mother in her lair.
Who fins in Mr. Murple’s mother’s bowl!
He gets a bit of flat stuff for a bite
Maybe, or maybe ant eggs — eaten whole —
And notes the goings-on, with goggle face,
Of all the world around about in air:
Of Mr. Murple and his gloves and grace
Coming with gifts for mother in her lair.