(128) My Very First Murder

There is something bursting inside That I want to tell you I once committed murder at the age of three I have to confess, I do It all started on a warm summer night When I was playing with my goldfish by putting it back and again taking it in a net When my mom called me and I forgot about goldy And it along with the net on the table I kept Next morning every thing was normal Until my sister rushed in to the room and said That my little dear goldy who was my favourite pet Was lying on the table, dead Mom gave me a good spanking but then She apologized when she saw me cry I think she realized that as I was only three I didn’t know that without water a fish could die!