• Dearest Punzie, a fish of great charm,
    With scales lovelier than glitt’ring gold.
    Sweet Punzie, it caused quite an alarm
    Seeing that you were not very old.
    I saw you trapped below in the tank
    Your wide nymph eyes seemed to beg for help
    And I thought that you were only stuck.
    But no! Like you, my hopes had all sank
    As I heard Christine let out a yelp
    That her poor fish was out of luck.

    Alas, Punzie! Felled by plastic stones~
    Murdered, perhaps, by your jealous tank mate.
    Your funeral dirge is woeful moans,
    As we curse your crossing with cruel fate.
    Diminished Punzie, ragged, so thin
    Christine wept that you had not eaten
    She blames your tank mate, that greedy fish,
    Truly guilty of gluttony’s sin.
    That dastardly fool! That low cretin!
    Hoarding all of your flaky fish dish!

    So sweetest Punzie, we dug you out
    While Christine spread news of your demise.
    We laid you down, Christine gave a shout:
    “My poor Punzie!” was chorused with sighs.
    We decided for a funeral,
    A procession commenced down the hall
    You, laid to rest in a wat’ry tomb.
    It was done; I think I heard a lull
    Your body flushed away, that was all:
    Punzie, buried in the men’s bathroom.