Casting lines, so many lines
without the rubber booties
flinging bait so someone dines
neglecting pointless duties.
Lacking my bestudded vest
but trolling for the proper
type of pliant colored test
to help me land a whopper.
Angling in the current tide
to populate my strophe
with lively stock identified
as worthy of a trophy.
Are You Reading Me?
6 comments:
this is nice. the flow is nice -- I love when i can read a poem so smoothly.
Man, now I really don't want to be at work (like I needed help with that...). A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work, unless of course fishing is your livelyhood.
Hi Brian, thanks!!
Hey oz, yes that's true, even when fishing for readers.
Take care guys,
Bob
I'm with Ozy, lets forget work and go fishing.
Hey, I second that motion!
drop your lines
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