One-Hour Fishing Awe
One-Hour Fishing Awe
She was only twelve.
She believed in elves.
And fishing genies,
Which wore bikinis.
Some drank martinis.
Early one fall,
She got a call.
Luck did befall.
Wonder enthralled.
Her granddad
That wore plaid.
Made her glad.
At sea…
Fifty-three
Caught.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 24, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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