baby shark bingo.

I once met a shark

And he grew into a big shark.

We remained good friends

Up until the end.

People told me to be afraid but

I knew not to be.

You would never hurt me,

And it pained me to let you go.

I thought you were so cute as a newborn;

You loved to play rough but you knew

When enough was enough.

That shark was so tough

And I thoroughly enjoyed his company.

Never said too much

But always a willing listener.

Sometimes I do miss him

But I knew he’d enjoy being out with others like himself.

My papa one day said

“Chef, we’re getting a shark!

It’s for an experiment.”

And I assumed the shark was temporary.

Named him Bingo cause he seemed so smart,

And I just knew he had a big heart.

I often missed the days he could fit inside a bathtub,

For he surely grew out of it so soon.

Bingo knew a lot of tricks,

And his best one by far

Was making me fall in love with him.

I know it’s so corny

But it truly is how I felt for him.

Swore he was a soulmate

When I learned what those were.

I can’t emphasize it enough

Just how sweet and pure he was.

When I had to let him go,

He seemed to like his new friends

But I know if he felt the way I did over the end

Then he might as well be good as dead.

Bingo was pretty smart,

So maybe I don’t give him enough credit.

Sometimes I do regret that I cared so much.

Sometimes I hate how I love so much.

I remember when you put up a big fuss

Because we made your tank bigger.

Eventually you grew to like it,

But you grew too.

And that’s when we knew

That the best thing for you

Would be to let you go.

My papa talked around

And I cried for days.

I refrained from seeing you

For it only emphasized the pain.

I had pictures of you

And those made me cry as well.

It really felt like I was in hell,

For my best friend was leaving.

Ugh.

I wish it didn’t have to hurt so much.

I wish I could have been happy for him.

Why couldn’t I be happy for him?

Bingo.

Such a beautifully sweet soul,

And I’m glad I got to know you.

I don’t know if you can understand these words,

But telepathically I hope they get to you.

I hope you can understand what I’m saying.

I guess it wouldn’t even matter.

Really,

What would it matter?

Sometimes I do wonder

If it was all in my head,

And if I really am delirious.

Did he care for me like I thought he did?

Or am I just some crazy shark lady?

I'm really not sure at this point.

Bingo,

Are you even still alive?

I hope you're happy.

I hope the other sharks are being kind to you.

I hope you like the ocean.

Are you even still alive?

Bingo,

I miss you so much during the springtime.

Sometimes I wake up thinking I'll find you

In the guest bathtub.

But I never do.

Oh Bingo,

I really miss you.

Do you ever think of me like I do you?

This is so silly.

I can't believe I listened to that f*cker.

Why would anyone write a letter to a shark?

I don't even think they could read our stupid language.

This is silly.

I miss my best friend and I'm writing a letter to a shark.