Catfish

A fish with whiskers, how very strange

That jumped out of its pond one day

To capture a once broken doll

But its love may soon take its toll

A fish that whispers soft and sweetly
Always does things to make her weepy
Then one day he pops the question
“Will you come down to the pond with me?”

Hand in hand, they go down slowly

He promises that she’ll never be lonely
But when the clown rips off his mask
She realises it’s too late to break his grasp

Air! Air! She begs for air

She cannot breathe in his lair

Now she realises that the clown

Only wanted her to drown.