A Riddle , For Father's Day.
Armored scales never a-clinking
never breathing always drinking
My color of skin
the same as that within
that which has no hinge,
nor key or lid
yet inside golden treasure hid
I come not from
not random chemical
but like a comet to the earth
Knowing well that when I was born
I would need to feed
And one day
I will be saved
from darkness
and basketball
And live to retire
in a clear plastic bowl
For the day at last I abandon my Goal
My goal will be achieved.
What Am I?
never breathing always drinking
My color of skin
the same as that within
that which has no hinge,
nor key or lid
yet inside golden treasure hid
I come not from
not random chemical
but like a comet to the earth
Knowing well that when I was born
I would need to feed
And one day
I will be saved
from darkness
and basketball
And live to retire
in a clear plastic bowl
For the day at last I abandon my Goal
My goal will be achieved.
What Am I?
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