Fisherman Song
Fishermen were holding their arms stretched out longer than a Ford F-50.
Braggadocio stories were exuberant, not skimpy but sometimes shifty.
Great grandson of one had been fishing without a single fish all day long.
When he pulled out a guppy the braggarts broke into a fisherman’s song.
“whether catfish or guppy, minnows even, if you cannot get a bigger fish.
Someone run up and give that guy the reward for the tiniest catch dish.”
The great-grandson knew then they were including him in their little song.
He threw the teensy guppy back, knowing he had done nothing wrong.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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