Fish Tails

Sitting here in rhythm’s rhyme What bait to use to snare What size hook will do the job So many to compare Fitting spaces into time Or backhand cutting lob Splitting places walls to climb With faster graying hair Harder now to weave and bob Timing’s on a tear Icy teary blue eyes rime Hang it all The rig’s too small For a longer Stronger Line One has to cut it fine Like one sweet corn Or two carbuncle Slice it now and Bob’s y’ r uncle