tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028992959435216793.post-10778942662237746372007-08-08T15:49:00.000-07:002007-08-08T15:57:14.820-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bP2Js2kPzlg/RrpKGp8QmiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQhtV1dcnCg/s1600-h/swimmy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096467406521408034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bP2Js2kPzlg/RrpKGp8QmiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XQhtV1dcnCg/s320/swimmy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong>Swimmy’s Funeral</strong></div><div align="left"><strong><br /></strong>Swimmy was a nice fish.<br />He served me well.<br />He was a jolly fish<br />He swimmed a lot and<br />Ate all his food right up<br />And one day he died<br />And we had to give him a funeral<br />We talked to him and<br />Then we flushed him<br />Then he was happy<br />And his spirit is long gone with<br />The other spirits and is<br />Happy with the other spirits<br /><br /> <strong>Swimmy is Dead<br /></strong>I was doing a puzzle<br />I thought he was sleeping<br />But he was dead<br />I banged at the bowl but<br />He was long gone dead.</div>Dean Calhounhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379745650306452544noreply@blogger.com