Fish Stories

I caught a giant bass today Except I really didn't So large it was it broke my line You really should have seen it But as far as telling stories goes It's the best outcome of all Escape'd bass are always large And landed ones quite small Yet fishermen are not constrained, By the evidence of fish, When telling charming stories, Of the fish that they did wish Had landed in their boat or net, This prize they now have taken Our confidence in their truthfulness, Would less easily be shaken By unbounded ‘stravagance, Of monsters from the deep, And lines that snapped, and bobbers lost, And fish they did not keep. Yet tales they tell unceasingly, The products of the outing, More so than fish it sometimes seems, These stories they keep spouting. And larger do these fish thus grow Upon each sacred telling And eventually they’ll far outgrow The wall space in their dwelling Yet I digress from fish me thinks, And the one that got away, But yet I’ve proven mightily, Their stories’ power to stay!