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A Piscine Repast

One day while fishing on the bridge, I hooked a gorgeous speckled trout, Reeled it in and pulled it out, Carried home, stored in my fridge. The trout it was prepared next day, Two large filets cooked and eaten, Flavor intense could not be beaten By any chef, no how, no way. With spinach green, tomatoes red, Sautéed perfection in olive oil, Potatoes piping from the boil, A perfect meal left us well fed. A glass of wine, a Pinot Gris, Washed down the food with complement, The nose? Fresh flowers, a lovely scent, Pure vintage, two thousand and three. Relaxed, forgetting all our sorrow, After such a sumptuous dish, I long to catch another fish, To the bridge again, perhaps tomorrow. 2/3/2019 - Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest - Emil Pinet

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