A GOLDFISH CHRISTMAS
Mork is the name
A Goldfish by fame.
I live in a bowl
That spins and rolls.
Wend-ee, my Wend-ee
She loves me
As I swim round
My goldfish bowl.
I heard her talk
To a friend one day.
She said Christmas
Was on its way.
She was excited
As I could see
By her rosy red cheeks
Smiling back at me.
As I watched her
From afar
Her hair flew Round
As she jumped
Up and down.
Mork Oh Mork
You silly goldfish
You could care less
You’re only a fish.
Not true, not true, Wend-ee
hear me please
I just want to decorate
My own Christmas Tree.
How can I say this
So you can hear me
When you don’t even
Speak fish-e-nese.
Here is your food
You hungry fish
Enjoy it there’s more
When you finish this.
I have a tree in my bowl
As you can see
I can decorate it
With the food you give me.
Maybe she’ll get
The idea fin-a-le
That I want my bowl
To look like a tree
Mork oh Mork
You silly gold fish
What are you doing
Giving me fits.
You silly girl
Can’t you see
I’m decorating
My own Christ-mas Tree.
I don’t believe it
But I think I see
You want to decorate
A Christmas tree.
I’ll bring you Lights
And other delights
Do your thing
I’ll check tonight.
0h Mork oh Mork
I see by your heart
This Christmas Tree
Really look’s smart.
I wrote this along with two other Mork poems in 2003. They were going to be books. The picture is of my daughter Wendy when she was about seven.
Linda Meckler/author 6/03
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