A Fish Called Pythagoras by John Smallshaw

I once kept some fish. I called one Pythagoras. He swam round and around the fish tank And to be quite frank I thought he was working out the cubic capacity. Anyway, to keep them fit, I fed them on flakes Because that's all it takes. But he was a sod. He took out a fishing rod, Caught all the others, Ate all his brothers. I was a bit peeved But then I conceived An idea. Oh Lord what a killer! In the tank I put a mirror! Well He looked at his reflection And section by section He ate himself, Finishing with his head. Now Pythagoras is dead. Well what did you expect? A happy ending? John is a performance poet please visit him on his website where he will welcome you to his world. copyright John Smallshaw http://johnsmallshaw.com/