Daisy's Amazing Random Stuff Extravaganza: why some emails go unanswered (the oatmeal)

Fishy poem

This poem was written by a good friend of mine and it touched me,

so I thought you guys would like it too.

click here to read her blog.

I was just sitting here feeding my fish...

When I noticed a funny glitch.

Whilst the others were going after their lunch,

One just sat there and it gave me a hunch,

That this fishy was bored of swimming,

And to make things simple, he gave up living!

For as I moved my mouse around,

Little fishy made no sound.

I waited and watched as the other fish cried,

as poor little fishling sat and died.