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A Fishing Tale

June 11, 2022
By Anonymous

Heading down with my fishin pole

To the fishing hole, I go

Where you might see a doe


I have a date 

But some bait

Is really on my plate


A cat so fat

Makes me want to cast

I cast so fast

My bait was gone at last


I reel in my hook

And I take a look

And sure enough, the bait was unhooked

I put another bait on so quick

I was able to cast right back in the brook


I wanted to catch a bass

But it really whooped me in the a**

Cause I couldn’t catch a damn bass


But the sun went down

So far to the ground

That I needed to head eastbound

To where my house is found

And I look at this and I realize all it is, is a merry go round


Heading down with my fishing pole 

To the fishin hole, I go

Where you might see a doe

It's also where you find me once and for all


The author's comments:

This poem is about something that I love, writing this poem it just felt right because I knew if no one else likes the poem I know I do.


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