Goldfish Eulogy By John McMenamin
Wee Nellie, lay upon her bed
And cried and cried and cried
Her goldfish called wee Moby Dick
Had gave a gulp and died
“Oh Mammy’ carried wee Nellie
He was my only chum
He was upside down this morning
I could see his little tum.” “I’ll never marry” Nellie sobbed
“I’m past my self by date
Wee Moby Dick was my wee friend
A pal, a chum a mate” Her mum stood at the cooker
As her daughter rambled on
Thinking of the goldfish bowl
That she was going to pawn. “Ah, Moby Dick” cried Nellie
“Why did you have to go?
“I’d look into your bulging eyes
And smile and say-hello” “I’ll buy a tombstone” Nellie cried
“Made from granite, black and thick
A gold inscription on the front
Goodbye my little Dick” “I’ll pick wild flowers in the dew
In memory of his name
Without my little aquatic friend
My life won’t be the same” “I loved you Moby” Nellie screamed
“Like I’ve never loved a male
Your golden scales. Your little fins
The way you flapped your tail Her mother at the cooker
Grunted with a smokers wheeze
“Do you want this goldfish served with chips?
And a few nice mushy peas?” “GULP”
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