Saturday comes,
with beautiful skies.
It is one day to relax -
a chance to unwind.
Early in the morning,
I grab my fishing rod.
A smile comes upon my face,
as I reach my usual spot.
No one else is there.
It is just me, all alone.
So I tie my hook,
and put on the bait.
As I slowly drop,
the line in the water,
I must now have to wait.
Almost an hour passes,
before a school of fish swim by,
and in the midst,
of all of them,
there is one that catches my eye.
It is not that it is big.
In fact, it looked quite plain.
I remember it from last time I went fishing.
It was the one,
that swam away.
As all the fished swam by,
the one looked at me with a smirk.
He quickly swam,
for my hook,
and in a second snatched the bait.
I tried to real it in,
as fast as I could,
but, I was to late.
As it swam away,
I yelled,
"Someday you will be mine,
and will be served on a plate".
Nevertheless,
I still caught several fish,
and accept for that single fish,
I had a pretty good day.
GONE FISHIN' ~ BRIANSODES
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GONE FISHIN'
There's a notice
Hangin' on ma front Door
GONE FISHIN'~ Man I aint workin'
No more ! Took ma ROD and
Took ma net but I aint
Caught no fishes yet
GONE FISHIN' instead
Of just a WISHIN'
A MAN WENT FISHING AT A POND,
HE HAD WITH HIM,HIS SON,THINKING OF STRENGTHENING THEIR BOND.
THEN A FISH SWAM BY,AND BOY WAS HE A WHOPPER,
HE STAYED NEAR THE TOP,SO THE SON NAMED HIM TOPPER.
HE WOULD TEASE THE HOOK WITH A BUMP HERE AND THERE,
HE SURE LOOKED DELICIOUS,LIKE A GOOD MEAL TO SHARE.
TOPPER NEVER DID BITE JUST SWIM AROUND THE HOOK,
THE FISHERMAN NEVER GAVE UP,BECAUSE TOPPER,HE WANTED TO COOK
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym), BRIANSODES, Melissa tucker
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- Finished: July 12th, 2018 00:30
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- Category: Humor
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