I
once kept some fish
I
called one Pythagoras
He
swam round and round the tank
And
to be frank
I
thought he was working out the cubic capacity.
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 and ate all his brothers
I
was a bit peeved but then I conceived
An
idea..Oh lord what a killer.
In
his tank I put a mirror
Well.
When
he saw his reflection
Section
by section he ate himself
And
finished with his head.
Now
Pythagoras is dead.
You
didn't expect a happy ending did you?
John
Smallshaw
