A Fishermans Tale
There once was a young man called Neil,
Who fished with a hook, line and reel.
He got a few shocks,
That blew off his socks.
When he caught an electric eel.
Then Neil cast again, unafraid,
With his bait, rough cut marmalade.
This time with good luck,
He found on his hook.
A smiling, curvaceous mermaid.
9/ 9/ 2018.
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