A fish called Tish

At the bottom of a river
Lay a stone shining like silver
Beneath the stone lived a fish
With a name sounding like Tish

She was silver like the stone

Had none for company and lived alone

One morning she felt a wish

Staring at her from her morning dish

Tired of lying on her tummy
She wished for something cosy
She got herself a table

But rocky seabed made it unstable

She searched low and high for a chair

But missed it by the strand of a hair

For Kelly, the jelly got it first

And left Tish with a chair-y thirst

Disappointed Tish swam for long
On her lips sang a sad song

Breathe sputtering through her gills

As mind devoid of thrills

Tired of swimming, many fish hours later

She decided to settle for a breather
Laid down on a bed of anemone
And slept till tiredness was none