Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 On/Offish?

An angel fish, I long did stay

With a nice family who named

Me Mr. No Name, but came day,

Being an angel I be aimed

To make my way to heaven where

I should spend a fintastic time

On a high scale without compare.

Once at the Pearly gates and I'm

Gilled up for my eternal bliss.

But then St. Peter I do see.

Now I'm uncertain about this,

On what the future is for me.

I am really nervous, gee whiz,

Once a fisherman, always is!