Tig, R.I.P.

Today marks the sad demise of Tiglath Pileser III, our fighting fish – known as Tig to his friends.

A fighting fish, not unlike the late Tig

Tig had a pampered and docile existence and yet clearly was not happy. He must have been pining for the Siamese fjords, or something.

Coming from a maritime nation, I felt it best to give him a burial at sea, or the nearest we could manage.

So Tig was flushed this morning.

Ode to Tig

Blue fish, noble birth
Floating now through dark sewers
and back to the sea

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  1. pould

    Two points:

    i) You flushed him down the bog?

    ii) You should stick to writing sermons

  2. jjostm

    V: Rest eternal grant him, O Lord.
    R: Let food perpetual drift upon him.


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