On goldfish pond

A surfacing goldfish unsettled the rafts of lily pads. Open mouthed, he gulped – “C’mon in!”

Tempted, my Barbie and I leaned over the still, black pond. Away he dove – a neon warning.

Reaching for gold, a body could drop into nothing forever.

Derring-do!

If you were a t.v. you’d be 55 inches
because we all know size baby clinches.

If you were a cell phone you’d be a Samsung
but only because it rhymes with, well, hung.

If you were a bike – d’uh,  a Harley
and of course she’d be your inflatable Barbie.

But honestly? Honey were you a skidoo
imagine the derring-do you’d get up to!

Thank god you’re merely a mortal
and the best you can do is to make her chortle.