Fine Fishing
Alone I sit by the hole
Using a stick as a pole
A salmon to catch
Without a scratch
It seemed a simple goal
Sunlight played a trick
Felt like there was a pick
Empty rod came out
No salmon or trout
Only a drenched wick
Alas it was time to dine
Opened sardine in brine
Enjoyed lovely fish
Without a dish
Fishing it seems went fine
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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