Fishing For Fantasies

A starving old man Came upon a little pond And though he wished for a lake He was grateful for the opportunity he had stumbled upon He sat himself down, on the browning grass And fashioned a pole from stick and string He determined to be happy No matter WHAT the water would bring It wasn't long when he got a bite And brought the fish to face "Stupid minnow!" he growled And threw it back to its dwelling place At that exact moment, he knew he erred It could have been used for bait He began to imagine his well-deserved feast But opportunity was gone, and dinner was far too late He fished for hours The noon hour had come and gone When up walk a beautiful lady To whom he was instantly drawn She got out her professional gear And cast her line As she caught fish after fish She simply stated, "This pond is mine!" She finished her task Got up, and walk away, without a backward glance He thought, "I'm hungry! But your ugly Is worse than my dirty, old tattered pants.!" Years later, when the old man was rich He walked upon an Ocean beach There SHE was with a child-like man Clinging to her like a leech She saw his peering look The young man recognized disgust He yelled out, "Old man, she only loves me for my skill." She followed with, "He only longs for my bust" The old man walked away, murmuring, "Stupid Lust!" Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-26-2018