emo nemo

there once was a fish,
who lay in a dish,
struggling to get away.

a chef walked by,
dressed in black tie,
and shook his head in dismay.

nemo pleaded,
while marinated,
but he knew he had to pay!

plop! he went, into sizzling oil,
brought to a boil, then onto aluminium foil-
ending nemo's tragic day.

the bitter end of a fish named nemo,
who spent his life in emo.
dreaming of eating sharks when he had prawns,
hoping to marry the mermaid whom he was fond.

but then didn't he end up in the fishing pond?
and all too soon, wasn't he gone?

so dear friends of clubemo,
think occasionally of emo nemo.
of his last days and emoing ways
and how that led to his decay.




-club emo