My Fish Tale

 

Banked on the shore

Of my favorite watering hole

My next big fish story

Began to take shape

And spawn in my head

Seeing and hearing a big splash

My head rapidly lashed back...

Quickly slashing back and forth

My abstracted eyeballs, no longer vapid

Did a trans-rapid scan of the pond....

While wildly popping...outta my skull

For that was no dead - nor small fish

That my once, mute ears, did hear

For now I had a speedy transaction...

This excitement and ado shall be :

My next handcrafted - Fisher Woman Tale

That soon, would be " My catch of the day "

You see perhaps, a whale or beached shark

Sparks are flying, Oh my....What a high

How should I re-tell, my wild fish tale?

So I plucked up my cell, then I had a thought

Oh Geezers, perhaps, I can butt dial as well

Swiftly I hit speed dial number two

Then with giddy glee told my pretend tale.

You see I said, my old raft sprung a leak

Because the geezer old patch was weak

But fortunately for me, you see

The damnedest thing happened to me

That daft fish jumped in my raft you see

And I say to you Tommy Lee and Aunt Bee,

Damn it t`wasn't no large mouth bass

Making such game of showing it's a*s

For that's when I showed Em

All they needed to know bout pro fishing

I used this big, bad a*s bass head

To plug that old daft, and leaky rafts hole

Thus I was able to stay and remain

No longer banked, on the dank dry shore...

To show my a*s off...to all you Bass Fishers

This is how you catch, wrestle and tame :

Pond Sharks and huge a*s Beached Whales

And I want you to know, I swear by this tale