Fishy Business

The day began with soccer and a plan
To dupe our darling daughter, whose fish died.
(And sleeps now with the fishes, as it’s said.)

I left the match before my wife and ran
Into a local pet shop, knowing I’d
Find there a doppelganger of the dead.

I made the switch: the fraud’s in the aquarium.
But if he dies, I think next time I’ll bury him.