With a truly well written poem, and for being a very original entry, Elizabeth takes home the title of Most Creative! We hope you have a bit more luck down at the pond than what’s portrayed in your poem, but if not initially, maybe buying some additional bait with some of your 100,000 coins will help! Congratulations Elizabeth, Playfish will contact you shortly so that you can claim your prize!
Amongst the rocks, the moss and fronds
three pets sat at the edge of the pond
each held a rod, so determined and tight
but alas, there was nothing
not a single bite.
“Blast these fish!” One pet cried
“We’re not gonna catch one,
no matter how hard we try!”
The second looked on
in an effort for a catch.
He jiggled his rod,
for just one little snatch.
“You’re right, it is hopeless!”
The second one wailed
“No matter how hard we work
we’ve always failed!”
But the third stayed still
deep in thought,
and after a moment, he pushed his brow taut.
“No matter then, friends,
there’s always tomorrow.”
So the three packed their things
and left for their burrows.
Later that night, the lottery was drawn
the third pet listened, and stifled a yawn.
“Three, four, sixty nine and eight”
The third’s eye’s widened-
it must have been fate!
While the last number was formally announced
the third pet waited, in his seat he bounced…
The next morning the old pets, one and two;
Arrived at their pond but looked lost and confused.
For instead of the third pet, they found a large truck
but after a moment, reality struck.
As the truck backed towards the pond
frightening the critters, and squishing the fronds.
At the sound of its horn
it tipped all its goods.
Bountiful fish galore!
The two pets stood in awe
they had never seen so many fish before!
The third pet arrived with a smile of glee
“Our problems are over, can you see?
I won the million, and remembered the fish
so I thought I’d grant our common wish!
I bought these fish to put in our pond
So we have something to catch
while we sit in the fronds!”
And so amongst the rocks, the moss and fronds
three pets sat at the edge of the pond
each held a rod, so determined and tight
but this time, there was something!
The fish, they’d bite!
Today though, he should have been paying less attention to the water, and more to the sky, as the Red Parrot was circling, and while “?” was looking down at the water, swooped down to once again grab the pictures out of his paws.
