ANGLER MANAGEMENT.

He was as mad as a cat
In a goldfish bowl,
Who’d found that the fish
Was no longer at home,

And he tried to escape
But did not have the math,
And sloppedd and slipped
Like a spider in a bath.

He awoke with no nails,
And even less hair,
And swore by this state
He would no longer swear,

Or be angry or vengeful
Or spiteful at all,
But the very next day
He was back in the bowl.

So his last option left
Was a new tank transplant,
And a donor was found
In a far away land,

But after the surgery
He lifted his head,
And found he’d been given
A new fish instead.