Fishing
The night before,
drinking soup without meat
was like a house without a door.
lub-dub,dub-lub the sound of my heartbeat
As I take a net and hook to fish,
the job I have never done before.
Ready to change the dish,
I sail while making a good score.
Arriving home with a smile on my face,
my family is at a bliss.
Luckily I did not put myself to disgrace,
My mom covered me with a kiss
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