[net.poems] from s brener, fish i know

brener@milrat.DEC (11/05/84)

	DRIED BUGS

	EVERY MORNING I FEED MY GUPPIES
	DRIED BUGS
	THEY DART GLEEFULLY TOWARD THEIR
		FLOATING FEAST.
	SWIMMING ABOUT,
	THEY STARE AT ME THINKING
		I DON'T KNOW.
	SOME HAVE SH-T HANGING OUT THEIR ASS
	WAIT....
	I DON'T HAVE TO BUY GUPPY FOOD JUST TO
	SEE FISHIES PRESS THEIR NAUGHTIES AGAINST GLASS!
	I'LL REST MY HEAD UNDER THE BOWL INSTEAD.
sb