Kingfish sat tall in the boat.
His baited hook trolled behind,
To entice lurking humanoids,
He would fillet before he dined.
The ocean had schools of bait,
Swimming humanoids could not resist—
Drumsticks, hams, and candied yams.
Ham on hook seldom missed.
Zingo! The reel screamed sweet music!
Smiling, Kingfish braced his fin.
The blue-bellied biped put up a fight,
As the hook held fast to pull it in.
He yelled to his friend, Catfish,
“This one feels real big!
I may need some help.
Better grab the gig!”
But Kingfish and his buddy,
Failed to get him in the boat.
So they towed him to shore,
Tied tight with a rope.
Perch and minnows ran beside them,
As they hauled their catch up ramp.
“This one has class,” said Bass,
As he viewed him in camp.
Fish family friends looked on.
Happy Herring watched amazed.
For either fried or broiled,
Humanoids were the craze.
“We will never weigh him,”
Wise Walleye wails.
“In the old days we could,
But now we’ve lost our scales.”
Copyright © James Tate