My Fishy
Jesus never called me to be a fisher of woman,
but you changed that.
I waited, impatiently, for the hook to shake;
I never thought you would add me in just a few days.
Well, Facebook was never the place to date,
and I guess in many ways,
I was creepy;
But you passed yet another test,
When you weren't shaken as I figured out your address.
So I thought I'd come over,
And test the waters out;
Little did I know,
The lake of love would take me down.
So here we are,
me and my fishy,
now you will always have me around.
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